Page 86 of That Prince is Mine
I miss you.
Before she could wonder if he was asleep, three little dots started tripping across the screen.
Michel:
I miss you, too.
Her eyes stung, and she could taste salt at the back of her throat, but she stubbornly put a smile on her face and into her words.
Emma:
Guess what? I have exciting news!
Michel:
What is it?
Emma:
I might be able to open up my culinary school sooner than I thought!
This time, the ellipses rolled and rolled for quite a while, making her smile slip.
Michel:
What wonderful news!
That was it? She worried her bottom lip, disappointed by his generic response. She thought he’d be more excited for her. And why did it take him so long to type that out? He must’ve written and erased his words multiple times to end up with that…
Michel:
How did that come about?
Her stomach dropped. Was he… Did he… No, it couldn’t be. It was probably nothing.
Emma:
My dad’s friend is a restaurateur and somehow came to own a commercial kitchen space and he might be willing to lease it to me for a reasonable price. I don’t know the details but I’m going to go check out the place tomorrow. I mean today but later when the sun is up.
Michel:
Her heart pounded as she frowned at the message. Michel wasn’t much of an emoji person. Was he… Did he change his mind about their relationship? Did he hope for something more permanent than the two months he’d proposed? But he never hinted that he wanted something more with her… She scrunched her eyes shut and shook her head as though she could stop her thoughts from running away from her.
Michel:
Let me know how it goes. I hope it is to your liking.
Her shoulders sagged, and she huffed a little scornful laugh at herself. He would’ve told her if he wanted something more out of their relationship. See how silly being in love makes you? Besides, she didn’t want anything more than what they had now. No matter how much it hurt, she had to be realistic. More wasn’t possible.
Emma:
Okay.
Emma:
Good night.
Michel:
