[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190925/b3d2805958d9ad5906feca9a9aee6eff.png[/img] [img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/81f597622e1a059e4992e7a81bd677a2/tumblr_py7vpbgs6d1srh1mgo1_400.gif[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/UglZo6p.png[/img][/center] [color=darkgray][indent][indent]When King’s Academy approached Amanda Woodall with the task of planning her graduating class’ tenth anniversary, she’d immediately dismissed the whole thing off as a joke. It wasn’t exactly a secret that, unlike a lot of people, high school was a time of her life the blonde didn’t precisely hold near and dear to her heart. There were plenty of experiences that she’d missed out on during her quest for top student. She’d been successful in the end, of course: her drive and ambition had made it almost impossible not to. But when she’d accepted the honor of being class president back in 2009, nobody had told her that, ten years later, it would be [i]her[/i] responsibility to organize a whole affair to get her graduated class together again. Where was she even supposed to start, anyway? She was a lawyer, not a fucking events coordinator! Hell, she didn’t even [i]like[/i] half the people in her class! How was she supposed to come up with this big celebration for people that were nothing but relics of a time best forgotten? Her husband, ever the joker, had tried to make Amanda see the bright side of the situation. With how stressful her profession was and how long it had been since the last time she’d taken a vacation, Benjamin thought it was the perfect excuse and opportunity for a getaway. He’d noticed that his wife was growing increasingly moody lately, her temper shorter and more easily flared. Their personalities had been clashing, and they’d been fighting a little more frequently than either of them would have liked. Honestly, he could use the break-- and he was sure she could use it as well. With Benjamin’s support and encouragement, Amanda had reluctantly embarked on the adventure that was planning the class reunion… Well, kind of. There was no way she’d be wasting valuable time of building cases in doing something as menial as that. So, of course, she’d done the next best thing: hiring her event coordinator cousin [url=https://healthyceleb.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/05/Abigail-F.-Cowen-as-seen-in-April-2019.jpg]Mimi[/url] to do it. With her bubbly, outgoing personality and her relentless enthusiasm, the youngest Woodall had taken on her assigned task like the pro that she was. Before Amanda knew it, the venue had been selected, the invitations sent, the reservations made, and the date was quickly approaching. So now, here was the Manhattan ADA six months later: unpacking her belongings in a hotel room at the Florida Keys for a weekend of bonding with individuals she hadn’t seen in over ten years. And frankly, she’d never felt less prepared for anything in her life.[/indent][/indent][/color]