The Breakup Trip
Language: en
My twenty-sixth birthday started with a cancellation. “Anya, I’m so sorry. The department had an emergency executive meeting come up. We have to cancel the Italian dinner tonight. I promise I’ll make it up to you once this crunch is over, okay?” “Okay. Just try not to overdo it. You need to take care of yourself, too.” I looked at my reflection—all dressed up with nowhere to go—and managed to keep my voice light. “Good girl.” The line went dead. Just as I set my phone down, a text popped up from my friend, Sasha. “Anya, are you and Dean at The Bellagio too? What a…