Cryptic Texts From Madison
My phone buzzed again, Madison’s name lighting up the screen with a string of cryptic texts: Selfish. So inconsiderate. Each word stung, a sharp reminder of her disapproval. Jason noticed my frown and gently said, “Just keep focusing on the good stuff.” He was right—dwelling on her negativity would only dim the joy ahead. So I made a choice: to hold on to the happy moments and let her messages fade into the background.
Cryptic Texts From Madison
Concentrating on Happy Times
I set my phone aside, determined to ignore Madison’s criticism and focus on the fast-approaching wedding day. When the florist called to confirm delivery times, Claire’s excitement matched my own, her energy infectious. Planning my future with Jason—surrounded by friends who genuinely cared—far outweighed any lingering family drama. The anticipation began bubbling inside me; this day was about love, our love, and nothing, not even Madison’s mood swings, could take that away.
Concentrating On Happy Times
