On the third day of the holiday, Thea Lynch sent her grandparents home.
Her uncle put the luggage into the trunk and waved her off, "Alright, you're still recovering from your cold, so don't go over there. You'll just be worn out on the way back."
"Yes, Thea, quickly go inside with your uncle. If you stay outside, your cold might get worse." Her grandmother gently admonished, "Make sure to take your medicine on time."
"Okay." Thea waved them off and only went inside with her uncle after the car left.
"Thea, when do you go back to work?"
"The seventh. I probably have to head back around the sixth."
"Going back where?"
"To the apartment."
Upon hearing this, her aunt looked at her, "You're not living with Ian?"
"..." Thea was a bit taken aback, "No, no."
"Didn't you both check out the wedding home?"
"Yes, but I haven't moved my stuff yet. Besides... the wedding hasn't happened yet." Thea blushed, scratched her head, and said, "I'll move in formally after the wedding."
