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[indent][indent][indent]It took Tessa around seven hours to get from her house in Orlando to the motel in Key West due to traffic and having to stop for gas. It was a sunny day, so she rode with the windows down while her music was cranked up to just the right volume of to loud. The last time she was anywhere near the Keys was when she was visiting her family for New Years. Now she was headed there for yet another reunion - though she would consider nearly no one at her destination her family. 

While she was excited about the prospect of getting away from work for a few days, the only real reason she was going to Palm Beach was for one reason and one reason only - her girls. 

Amanda was first and foremost. Amanda has planned this little get together and it would have been rude for Tessa to reply to the email with ‘lol, no thanks.’ This weekend would be the first time she had actually talked to Amanda face to face since her wedding day. Sure, they had done video chats from time to time, and texted each other like crazy, but there was just something different about actually seeing your friends in person. 

Next up was Reina. Reina was always a treat, rather they were calling, messaging or hanging out together. Tessa had seen Rei here and there over the years, but the only ritual they had was their video chats. Last - but most certainly not least - was Tara. It would do her introverted friend some good to come to their high school reunion, and if Tessa was going to suffer through it, so was Tara. 

Arriving at the hotel, Tessa grabbed her bags and walked right up to the reception desk with no hesitation. 

[color=silver]”I’m checking in for the Kings Academy class reunion,”[/color] she stated. [color=silver]”The name should be Tessa Mendoza-Rosales.”[/color] 

With a few clicks of the mouse, and one itinerary later, Tessa was directed to room 205. So up the stairs she went, entering the room only to toss her bags on to the bed to be dealt with later. She made her way out to the balcony to get the perfect picture of the ocean view. It seemed that for the next few hours Tessa would be unpacking, cleaning herself up, and getting just the slightest bit tipsy.[/indent][/indent][/indent]