Chapter 88. My Friends

I sit staring at my phone. I reached out to a few old friends on social media. Nearly all replied, grateful that I reached out. The issue is, now what? Many want to meet up and catch up. I'm not entirely sure how it will work, however. Marco didn't say if I could leave or not.

"Hugh." I glance at him.

"Yes, Miss Salvadore."

"Am I allowed to leave?" God, I'm an adult and shouldn't need to ask that.

"Marco has expressed he would rather you didn't, but he is happy for you to. Where would you like to go?" He looks at me.

"I want to go to El Manchino, if possible?" Most of my old friends are friends with each other, so I can meet them all together.

"That is fine. When would you like to be there?" He takes out his phone. I glance at mine and confirm. "In an hour, if possible?" He looks at me.

"Okay, I will get the cars and soldiers ready. Marco is busy, but I have let him know."

"Thank you. I will get ready." I