[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/180601/5897d97d749c6da880c55108cb250790.png[/img] [img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/aa3d89c8ec62a00ee7fd8a2a087d4613/tumblr_p2eu0xLZji1ui66txo2_540.gifv[/img] [img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/5da449297308c4ea829ecbc29ae1738f/tumblr_p2eu0xLZji1ui66txo5_r1_540.gifv[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/lwG40HL.png[/img][/center] [color=silver][indent][indent]Grace Pruett lives a pretty stressful life. She spends her days and… let’s be honest most nights herding a team of grown babies (Also known as programmers). So whenever she has time over she makes sure that time is spent on herself. One hot spring evening Grace had spent the better part of an hour picking out the perfect piece of stilton cheese at the grocery store before returning home to her apartment and her dog George. As she struggled with her shopping bags up the stairs to her building she spotted that a couple of letters had been shoved into her mailslot. A groan escaped the young woman as she shifted the weight of the bags to her other arm as so she could awkwardly grabb the letters before getting into the elevator that took her to the 6th floor and her apartment. [color=B5E87D]“Hey baby!”[/color] She cooed at the dog that was skipping at her feet as she was putting down her bags. Grace spent some time putting away the groceries and pouring herself a glass of wine before flopping down on her couch sifting through the letters she had received. One of the letters caught her eye in the midst of bills and sale flyers. A handwritten letter with her name carefully written out in neat handwriting. Grace ripped the letter open and unfolded the note inside. Deep brown eyes scanned the page eyebrows raising higher the more that she read. A huff left Grace as she lowered the invitation to her high school reunion. [color=B5E87D]“This bitch…”[/color] she whispered. The invitation had allegedly been sent out by Amanda Woodall who Grace knew well enough to know that Amanda had most certainly not written this letter. People might change but this sounded like a whole different person. Grace sat up straight letting out a loud sigh as she absentmindedly petted George on his stomach. She chewed on her lower lip as she pondered the possibilities of her going to this event. Besides having a reason to get together with Willow, her mind instinctively went to Andre Martin. Is he going? Would he want her to be there? After a few minutes of this she opened a drawer in her coffee table rummaging around in the clutter for a pen and rsvp’d [color=B5E87D]“Yes”[/color]. [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/lwG40HL.png[/img][/center] On the 7th of June the sun was baking outside of the Key West Airport where Grace stood looking for her younger brothers car with her phone glued to her ear. [color=B5E87D]“Where are you Jeri?”[/color] she said craning her neck around trying to spot him. [color=73934F]“I’m right outside!”[/color] [color=B5E87D]“No assface you are not because I’m right outside!”[/color] she groaned as she fanned herself with her old boarding pass. [color=73934F]“Ok so not [i]right[/i] outside but I’m pulling up now! See I’m waving at you now… Hey! Hello can you see me? I’m behind the white prius!”[/color] Grace rolled her eyes and hung up stomping of towards her brother dragging her bag behind her. She threw her bags in the backseat before getting in the car beside her brother in the front. [color=B5E87D]“What’s wrong with you? Why can you never be on time?”[/color] she looked at her brother without blinking. Her brother just laughed [color=73934F]“Get of my case! I have a life outside driving you around!”[/color] [color=B5E87D]“Oh I know that is a lie! Come here!”[/color] Grace laughed back and grabbed her brother around the neck and planted quick kisses on his cheek. [color=73934F]“Get off me you crazy old lady!”[/color] he said shoving her back into her seat. Grace just smiled at him poking a finger at his cheek before he drove of towards the airport exit. [color=B5E87D]“Thanks for doing this Jeri”[/color] she said getting more comfortable. [color=73934F]“You know what you’ll owe me sis!”[/color] Jeremiah smirked eyes still on the road. [color=B5E87D]“Ugh... your tickets for Dreamhack ATL have already been mailed to you!”[/color] Grace sighed resting her head on the window soon drifting of to sleep. [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/lwG40HL.png[/img][/center] [color=73934F]“So I’ll pick you up here on Sunday then?”[/color] Jeremiah asked through the open window as Grace got her bag. [color=B5E87D]“Yeah I’ll text you when I know the exact time!”[/color] Grace said as she closed the door. [color=B5E87D]“Bye love you!”[/color] she shouted as her brother drove of. The young woman looked up at the huge hotel and let out a short breath before making her way into the lobby. A smiling hotel receptionist greeted her cheerily. [color=C3B2EF]“Checkin in?”[/color] she asked. Grace offered a smile back [color=B5E87D]“Yeah… I’m here for my uh…”[/color] [color=C3B2EF]“Reunion?”[/color] the receptionist finished as she clicked away on her keyboard [color=C3B2EF]“What’s your name?”[/color] [color=B5E87D]“Grace Pruett”[/color] [color=C3B2EF]“Alright Ms. Pruett here is your key and room number. There is a cocktail party for you guys later all of the information in in your itinerary. Hope you will have a wonderful stay.”[/color] [color=B5E87D]“Thanks… I’m sure I will.”[/color] Grace smiled before turning to the elevators. She looked around the grand lobby trying to see if she recognized anyone. Who would be coming to this thing? She knew that Willow was already here because Grace had demanded a play by play as soon as she had landed. But who else would be here? Was Dre already here? Was he even coming? These were the thoughts that were swirling in her mind as the elevator was ascending towards her room. [/indent][/indent][/color]