{SEQUEL TO LETTERS FROM THE SKY}
"My mother told me that the world has got its plans"
7 years after the revelation that drove a wedge between Cason and Haven, their lives changed drastically.
Haven went on to return to England for University, gradua...
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"You want me to go where?" The words stumbled out of my mouth as I stood, openly gaping at Chris.
"You, Dylan, and Marc would be going to Hollywood," Chris explained slowly.
"Why?" I asked.
"I am doing a piece on lives in Hollywood and L.A. I have already talked to contacts and they have gotten a list set up for you guys to photograph with both them doing what they normally do and on photo shoots as well."
"Isn't that what paparazzi are for?!" I cried.
"Haven, I know that going to L.A. is going to be tough for you, considering who you might see. I am begging you, though. This shoot is different from what the paparazzi do because we will not proceed to write slanderous articles about them. What we would be doing is taking pictures and asking the stars all the questions we can. This would be a great set and you are the best for designs. Dylan is great at managing and Marc is great at the actual photographs."
"Fine. But, you owe me. So much," I said with a glare.
He smiled in triumph and I heard his wife's voice say, "The only person who he can't seem to win against is me."
Chris promptly hung his head at his wife's words, and she laughed at him. She proceeded to give him a soft kiss on his lips and he smiled at her.
They're so in love.
As I packed later that night, I let my mind drift.
It had been two weeks since the night I saw Cason for the first time in seven years.
It had been two weeks since I met up with him.
Haven, do you still love me?
The question echoed in my head every time I let my mind wander.
Cason as well as that question had haunted my thoughts and my dreams since that night.
I was told by Maverick that he punched the wall outside the bar multiple times. Her mom had brought him inside and cleaned the wounds before bandaging them.
