The Foodie Gang chat group continued to explode with messages, faster and faster, as if they had just discovered a new source of endless entertainment, and unfortunately, that source was Sienna herself.
Sienna stared at the screen, her expression caught somewhere between disbelief and mild irritation.
The messages kept pouring in, one after another, each more dramatic than the last.
If she didn’t stop them now, they might start planning her imaginary wedding by midnight.
With a deep breath, she picked up her phone again and typed a new text.
[Sienna: Can we stop talking about it?]
She hit send.
For a brief, hopeful second, she thought maybe they would listen.
Then the replies came.
All at once and with the same answer.
"NO!"
Sienna laughed bitterly. "Of course they won’t agree..." She knows them better. They won’t stop until she gives them the right answer.
Her eyes returned to the screen, watching the chaos continue.
Clearly, dealing with her best friend’s logic wouldn’t work. Denial wouldn’t work. Even silence wouldn’t work.
She needed a strategy.
Something powerful enough to shift their attention away from this ridiculous "boyfriend" topic.
Her fingers hovered over the keyboard as she thought.
After a few seconds, an idea suddenly formed in her mind. Not a perfect one. Not an honest one. But she was sure this one was effective.
Without giving herself time to hesitate, she typed quickly—
[Sienna: Honestly, I’d rather not discuss it because it’s embarrassing. The reason I can’t join you this weekend is that I’m returning to my hometown...something’s going on here. You probably know what it is!]
She stared at the message for half a second before hitting send.
And just like that...silence. Not complete silence, of course. But the tone of the chat changed instantly.
The teasing disappeared. Replaced by concern.
[Ava: Sorry, Sienna. I’m truly sorry... If anything happens there, let us know.]
[Riley: Sienna, my phone is always on. Call me if you need help! I will come over.]
[Mia: Sorry, Sienna... I didn’t mean to tease you. I’m here, as always.]
Sienna’s lips curved into a small, soft smile.
"They really believe..." she whispered, her voice trailing off.
For a moment, warmth filled her chest. But almost immediately, guilt followed. She lowered her gaze to the screen.
’Wow, girl, you lied to them...’ Her fingers tightened around her phone. She then tries to lift her spirits, saying, ’No need to feel guilty. This is the best for now.’
After a few more minutes, she typed again:
[Sienna: Thank you all. I’ll remember that. Alright, I’m exhausted now. I need to sleep. Talk to you all tomorrow. Bye!]
This time, Sienna didn’t wait for a reply. She closed the chat group and placed her phone back on the bedside table.
The room fell quiet once more.
After setting the alarm, she turned off the light and slipped under the blanket. The darkness wrapped around her gently, like a soft reminder that the day was finally over.
Her mind slowly began to settle.
Her thoughts, one by one, began to fade.
But then, a single idea slipped through.
’A boyfriend...!?’ She let out a quiet breath, hearing her own thoughts. ’Girl, that’s ridiculous. Stop thinking about that possibility...’ she told herself firmly.
Beep. Beep. Beep.

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