The dream felt so real. If I hadn't heard Archer and the others demeaning me today, I might have believed I'd really transformed and indulged in that sweet dream.
Now that I knew the plot, I decided to give up.
3
For an entire week, I hadn't contacted Archer.
Over the weekend, I was at home diligently studying for the CPA. I also have a second major in finance, and combined with my proficiency in Prench, I hope to land a job at a major company someday.
Suddenly, my phone rang. It was Archer.
Before I would have eagerly answered, always ready to help, but now I simply glanced at it and pressed ignore.
He called again, five times in total, and each time, I ignored the call.
Soon after, there was a forceful knocking at my door. I opened it to find Archer standing there, his handsome face utterly darkened.
I calmly let him in.
"Why aren't you answering my calls?" he demanded.
I looked up at him and said, "Archer, let's break up."
"Break up? Why on earth would we do that?" he asked, tugging at his tie, visibly irritated.
"You see me as a substitute for Sienna, don't you?" I confronted him directly, not wanting to waste any more time or emotions on him.
He froze.