No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 32

Fanny could read me like an open book. "So, where to? I'm with you, or..."

"Let's go spruce up my place," I cut in before Fanny could finish.

Her eyes widened in surprise. "You had this planned?"

"Not exactly planned, just since the day before yesterday," I gestured toward the backseat where a set of new bedding still lay unpacked.

"Bought them with Haley yesterday," I added, igniting a spark of gossip in Fanny's eyes.

On our way to my place, I spilled the beans to Fanny, who nodded vigorously and angrily. "Good that you didn’t go through with the marriage license. Conrad's a scumbag, wanting his cake and eating it too."

"Scumbag is a scumbag, no matter the time," I retorted with a chuckle.

Fanny looked at me sternly. "Felicia, you don't have to put on a brave face for me."

"I'm honestly not that upset, really," I said, keeping my eyes on the road. "Maybe my feelings for Conrad had gone stale, just like his for me."

That's how I felt, but I soon realized this kind of stale, familiar affection was like a fine wine, its true strength only apparent after a while. It was so for me and even more so for Conrad.

Fanny didn’t know my family's home. We met at school and became friends after I joined the Wagner family.

"This place isn't bad, just a bit out of the way and old," Fanny never beat around the bush with me, always speaking her mind.

"Yeah, this is where I lived with my parents. I didn't want to change it," I said as I placed the bedding on the couch and went to wash and boil water in a new kettle.

Fanny took a self-guided tour around the house, eventually leaning against the kitchen doorway. "Not bad. It's a bit dated, but it's cozy. I can tell your family was happy here."

Yes, we were happy until that car accident.