Indecision.
That's what I felt as soon as I set foot in the hotel, realizing that the anger had begun to subside quite a bit from my system and that the idea of leaving Canada just like that was the stupidest thing I could think of that night.
But I didn't understand something. What was she really looking for from me with her plan of the three of us going as the "little friends" that we weren't, to something that was just for the two of us?
I couldn't believe that Gina had invited her annoying little friend to the fair where I assumed she was only going with me. It seemed like a joke in poor taste and I suspected it was something she had done totally on purpose to make one of us jealous.
At this point, I was no longer sure which one would be the unlucky one.
Besides, the fact that she
