There was a mixture of emotions at the news Amelia gave her about an hour ago, because it had to be the truth, her best friend wouldn’t lie to her like that. But why had he kept it from her if not to be a part of some master plan, wouldn’t he have known she would figure it out? There were about a million and one questions in her head, and she was hellbent on finding him and getting to the bottom of this. At least she hadn’t slept with him yet, got close, but she still had all her goodies in the basket. After another shot, she found the courage in her to march right up to him and tap his shoulder, “So....I never got to ask, where are you from? Like, I know it’s the Isle but like....where is your family actually from?” Her tone was a tiny bit sharp, despite her smile, and it was clear that the alcohol was doing little to no good at hiding the emotions brewing under the surface.
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