Happily Ever After

One sunny afternoon.

Three women were chatting in a café.

The topic of conversation was height.

One of them insisted that although she was barely around 160 centimeters in reality, she had grown since then and was now 165.

“No, listen. I really have grown a little lately.”

“Come on, Bianca. You still need to have some conscience. Your growth plates must have closed years ago.”

After Shasha said that, Emily snickered too.

“I agree with that too. Aren’t you only 165 if you include your heels?”

All three were still fresh-faced college students. They were now in their third year.

Carlisle Schultz had graduated a year early and was already a working adult, though...