Chapter 63 - picking up from school
Rosie
I walked out of the school door at the end of another long, exhausting day, fumbling with my bag while trying to straighten out the wrinkles on my jacket when I heard it—the collective gasp followed immediately by high-pitched fangirl screaming that had become an unfortunately regular occurrence, and I rolled my eyes.
Here we go again.
Every single time Jude dropped by to pick me up from the pack school, the reaction was always the same. People would stop mid-conversation and stare. Some would whisper excitedly to each other. And the unmarried women, hell, even some of the married ones, would always gush and coo about how incredibly lucky I was to have him.
And yes, I was really, truly lucky to have Jude in my life. I knew that. I thanked the
