I rushed to the cupboard and reached for some paper and a pen. I couldn’t wait to explain to George all the stuff that was going on in my head..

  Geo! Oh my God, this is the greatest news you could ever give me.

  And yes! I’m really, truly happy myself. 

  I’m also really excited to meet your mates, though you haven’t told me much about them. I know they are three lads, right? 

  Doesn't matter, you won’t answer this card cause you’ll arrive NEXT MONDAY. Oh dear.

  I don’t know if I have to help you get a house or some place to stay these two months. There is actually another room in my house for guests but there only are 1 queen size bed and a single one.

  As you know, I’m living alone so there won’t be a problem with you staying.

  We could prepare another bed on the floor with an extra mattress I have and maybe I could take some clothes from our boutique and sew them to make sheets.

  That’s when being a seamstress becomes useful.

  My friend Ally and I loved to design and sew our own dresses since we were children.

  It all started when we were 8. 

  We thought that our dolls had the lamest dresses on earth so we just decided to make our own. Since that, we planned to open a small shop with all sorts of clothes we designed ourselves.

  And two years ago, we did just that. At first we had some help from Ally's dad, he helped us finance it. But now we are all by ourselves, and I must say that we are doing pretty well like that. We even have two employees that help us sell during our shifts. I take the mornings, from 8 to noon, and Ally works there from 13 to 5.

  I couldn’t ask for a better job. I do what I love and thanks to that, I've already bought a small house by the beach on my own just a month ago.

  I obviously had to change my address and hence, I told George to send it to this new one.

  When I live with my parents, George’s letters would always arrive when I was working and my nosy mother would sneak on them and read everything Georgie told me.

  I hated when she did that, but thank God I’ve a good relationship with her, so I’d eventually tell her everything.

  It’d be really fun if you could stay. I trust that your friends are not some kind of rapists, but I guess you wouldn’t really get on well with those kind of people. Again, I guess.

  Okay Geo, I gotta run to work now, I hope you’re doing well and I'll see you next Monday! AAYY

  PS: don’t forget to pack underwear, you little kiddo!

   I deposited my letter in the mailbox and headed to A&L’s, our shop. 

  I spent the rest of the week preparing another bed. I also bought some groceries to make a huge meal for when the folks come. I am no good at cooking, that’s why I started since Thursday, to make sure everything was alright.

  Monday morning, I woke up five minutes before my alarm went off, I couldn't resist it, knowing that George was coming today. I jumped into the shower and then chose a nice summer dress.

  I also put some make up on. I wanted to give a good first impression to the lads.

  George had my address, so I thought they’d know how to get here. I didn't know when would they arrive either.

  When the clock read 15:35 pm, I heard someone tapping on my door. I jumped from the couch excitedly to the door.

  There was so much energy in my body.

  When I open the door I couldn't believe my eyes, for they were seeing the one and only Paul McCartney standing still on my porch.

  “Hello, love. The name’s Paul, Paul McCartney,” he offered his hand as he uttered the words.

   It took me some seconds to realize what I was experiencing in that exact moment. When I jumped back to reality, I shook his hand and answered finally.

  “Um, I’m Lizzy.”

  When he noticed how obviously confused my face was as to WHY A FRACKIN BEATLE IS STANDING AT MY DOOR, he explained with a chuckle.

 “I think me mate hasn't told ya yet. The George that you've known this past year is the same one that's walking over here right now.”

  The splendid boy with the most beautiful face I'd ever seen in my life motioned towards another three men that were heading in my direction from the street.

 That meant that my George, the George I'd opened my heart to and knows me entirely, was actually George HARRISON?