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September 23 - September 27, 2025
The whole world could wait and give her one night off, one night where her whole goal was to smile and laugh and not care so damn much.
“I should be the one tucking you in.” That’s what she’d said to Jordan when the other woman had literally tucked the sheets around her arms and legs. “Why’s that?” Jordan had asked. “Because,” Astrid had mumbled. “She left you like you didn’t mean anything. And you do. You mean something.”
She liked guys, so she focused on guys. It was easy to ignore anything else.
Complete, notorious failure. She’d finally done it. Her reputation, her integrity as a designer, all gone. It was over. She knew she should be fanning that little spark of panic, she should be losing her shit, planning and scheming how to fix it. She should be listening to her mother. But she wasn’t. She was . . . relieved. That’s what this was, this big, open space in her chest. Astrid Parker had fucked up her professional life good and proper, and she was goddamn thrilled. She was happy.
You are my destiny, Jordan. Not because of a card or the stars or some sort of magic, but because I choose you.