Chapter 57- The Apology

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July 2nd, 2023- Italy
9:45 pm

"Delilah hurry up its now or never." Lizzie says knocking on Delilah and Jacobs door

"Okay let's go." Delilah says opening her door and closing it

"Okay now we just need Lola." I say

Currently all the girls in the house were performing our nightly ritual of doing down to the water and just talking.

"Lola we are going" I say quietly knocking on the door

She opens the door and nods

"I'm ready." She says

We all go and exit the house and I hang back and walk with Delilah and Lizzie. I had grown extremely fond of Delilah in the short time I'd known her and Lizzie and I have been friends since she started dating Jack in highschool. But they were my little trio for this trip, there was something about Lola that was off and that was what the three of us agreed on.

My phone buzzes a few times and i ignore it. It buzzes again and again. "Maggie, you gonna answer that?" Lizzie asks

"I guess" I sigh and look at my phone and see 5 messages all from Charles

"Who is it?" Delilah asks

"Nobody." I say and put my phone back in my sweatpants pocket

We get down to the water and sit down and talk, mostly talk about our jobs, a little about our family. But mostly our jobs. We stayed there for and hour just talking before coming back.

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