another five minutes for you to call back. Call me back !
I giggled while I deleted both messages. Moments later, I received the phone call I was anticipating all evening.
“Hey, what’s up with your phone? I have been trying to reach you since I dropped you off,” Marley said.
“It died without me even realizing it. I’m sorry. What’s up?”
“My dad said you left your wallet at his house.”
“Oh no!” I said dramatically, trying my best to sound surprised. Before I pocketed my driver’s license and a credit card, I strategically wedged my Givenchy wallet between Ronnie’s sofa cushions right next to his remote.
“Don’t worry, I’ll pick it up for you tomorrow after work. But, it’ll have to be right after I leave this boutique, if that’s okay with you. I’m bridesmaid’s dress hunting tomorrow.” I could hear Marley smiling through the phone.
“That’s exciting. You know what, Marley. Don’t even think about going out of your way for my wallet. I have Ronnie’s address. I’ll just get it myself.” Marley sighed in relief. I smiled mischievously as I continued to erase any chances of her ruining my plan. “Your focus should only be on finding a dress for your bridesmaids. That’s very important. Plus, it can get pretty challenging. You know that I know .”
“Awwwwww. Thanks, Nola. You are so thoughtful,” Marley fawned. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure about everything I say.”
Marley asked, “What time should I tell him to expect you?”
“I don’t know. My hair appointment is in the morning. Just text me his number. I’ll let him know,” I said cautiously, trying not sound like I was up to something.
The naïve Marley replied, “Okay. I’m texting it now.”
I blew imaginary smoke from my imaginary gun. Two birds. One bullet.
CHAPTER 9
Delilah, my stylist, gave me the works that Monday morning. She dyed my hair chestnut brown with honey highlights and tossed it with loose and bouncy s-curls that laid gracefully about my mid-back. It was layered to perfection. I flipped the front of it to the side just enough to expose my neck. My diamond studded cross necklace and matching earrings winked at the sun as I sat at the table by the large window that faced my old condominium building. Its view slapped me with nostalgic memories of strutting across Market Street in my Giuseppe heels with my hair dancing against the wind.
An empty chair and an empty tea cup were placed across from me while I sat patiently yet anxiously waiting for Ronnie to show up. Five minutes prior, he texted that he was wrestling through the Center City traffic for parking. Since I looked a mess on Sunday, I reached for redemption by wearing a navy high-waist skirt that kissed my kneecaps and a tan cropped blouse that gave my abdomen a peek… just little peek. I tapped my red bottom nude gladiator sandals on the floor rapidly. I wasn’t nervous. I was just excited to see the man that I wanted badly. When I texted him the night before, he told me it would better to meet somewhere in the Philly area since he'd be out and about. Immediately I picked FeliciTEAs.
I felt my body heat rise when he walked through the glass doors. He looked so damn good in his light denim jeans, dark blue t-shirt, and knit grey slouchy hat. He looked absolutely nothing like a pastor, but everything like a Diesel model, except sexier. He flashed his dimple and smiled when he spotted me. I wanted to leap into his arms. Instead, I slowly rose and met him a quarter of the way so that he could check
I giggled while I deleted both messages. Moments later, I received the phone call I was anticipating all evening.
“Hey, what’s up with your phone? I have been trying to reach you since I dropped you off,” Marley said.
“It died without me even realizing it. I’m sorry. What’s up?”
“My dad said you left your wallet at his house.”
“Oh no!” I said dramatically, trying my best to sound surprised. Before I pocketed my driver’s license and a credit card, I strategically wedged my Givenchy wallet between Ronnie’s sofa cushions right next to his remote.
“Don’t worry, I’ll pick it up for you tomorrow after work. But, it’ll have to be right after I leave this boutique, if that’s okay with you. I’m bridesmaid’s dress hunting tomorrow.” I could hear Marley smiling through the phone.
“That’s exciting. You know what, Marley. Don’t even think about going out of your way for my wallet. I have Ronnie’s address. I’ll just get it myself.” Marley sighed in relief. I smiled mischievously as I continued to erase any chances of her ruining my plan. “Your focus should only be on finding a dress for your bridesmaids. That’s very important. Plus, it can get pretty challenging. You know that I know .”
“Awwwwww. Thanks, Nola. You are so thoughtful,” Marley fawned. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure about everything I say.”
Marley asked, “What time should I tell him to expect you?”
“I don’t know. My hair appointment is in the morning. Just text me his number. I’ll let him know,” I said cautiously, trying not sound like I was up to something.
The naïve Marley replied, “Okay. I’m texting it now.”
I blew imaginary smoke from my imaginary gun. Two birds. One bullet.
CHAPTER 9
Delilah, my stylist, gave me the works that Monday morning. She dyed my hair chestnut brown with honey highlights and tossed it with loose and bouncy s-curls that laid gracefully about my mid-back. It was layered to perfection. I flipped the front of it to the side just enough to expose my neck. My diamond studded cross necklace and matching earrings winked at the sun as I sat at the table by the large window that faced my old condominium building. Its view slapped me with nostalgic memories of strutting across Market Street in my Giuseppe heels with my hair dancing against the wind.
An empty chair and an empty tea cup were placed across from me while I sat patiently yet anxiously waiting for Ronnie to show up. Five minutes prior, he texted that he was wrestling through the Center City traffic for parking. Since I looked a mess on Sunday, I reached for redemption by wearing a navy high-waist skirt that kissed my kneecaps and a tan cropped blouse that gave my abdomen a peek… just little peek. I tapped my red bottom nude gladiator sandals on the floor rapidly. I wasn’t nervous. I was just excited to see the man that I wanted badly. When I texted him the night before, he told me it would better to meet somewhere in the Philly area since he'd be out and about. Immediately I picked FeliciTEAs.
I felt my body heat rise when he walked through the glass doors. He looked so damn good in his light denim jeans, dark blue t-shirt, and knit grey slouchy hat. He looked absolutely nothing like a pastor, but everything like a Diesel model, except sexier. He flashed his dimple and smiled when he spotted me. I wanted to leap into his arms. Instead, I slowly rose and met him a quarter of the way so that he could check
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