Maya

If someone told me a month ago that Richard would hand me his black card and tell me to plan a honeymoon, I would have sent them to the nearest hospital to get their head checked. But low and behold, Richard does just that.

“Money is no object,” he says before disappearing behind his double doors.

I squeal as I spin around in my chair.

“Keep it down,” he calls out from the other side of the wood door.

I clamp down on my lips while I grab my cellphone and text James.

Me:Guess who is going on a honeymoon after all?

James:How did you make him crack?

James:Waterboarding?

James:Sleep deprivation?

James:Sex???

James:Wait.If it’s the last one, don’t tell me. I don’t want to know.

I laugh as I type up my response.

Me:Your father.

James:*Pretends to be shocked.

Me:Do you want to help me plan something?

James:I’ll be…