Do not tell me you donโt know youโre pretty. If so, Iโm about to lose all faith in mankind. You donโt want to be responsible for that.
J. LynnAccording to the three missed calls from her motherโwho thought Madison had been kidnapped in the big, bad city and was now being held for an ungodly sum of moneyโthe four text messages from her brother wondering if she knew how to navigate the beltwayโbecause apparently little sisters couldnโt driveโand the voice mail from her father warning there was a problem with the reservations, she was late for brunch.
J. Lynn