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Brooke shrugged “Sure, but you’ve done the most work out of the three of us It’s your vision, babe, and it’s a good one”
“It is a good one,” said a third voice fro ant arly as she surveyed the surroundings
Heather rolled her eyes at her friend and boss “Seriously? How the heck are you pulling off that dress right now?”
Alexis earing a sleeveless sweater dress in a shade that could only be described as nude But whereas the fore sheath would have looked hideous on Heather—and just about any other woman she knew—Alexis looked effortlessly chic
But then, as Alexis not effortlessly chic? The Belles’ founder was one of those woside irl power She was pretty, yes, but it was ether Her dark brown hair was in a slick chignon more often than not, her ht out of an etiquette ood? I bought it online, but the er boobs than me, and I’m a little worried it makes me look like a stuffed condoht you were going to say”
Heather let out a laugh That was the other thing she loved about Alexis—the woman had the look of a 1920s film starlet and the mouth of a trucker when it suited her It had taken Heather a while to figure that out When Heather had all but thrown herself across the stone steps of the Belles’ headquarters after seeing a write-up of Alexis Morgan’s hot needding planning venture in The Knot, Heather had at first been intimidated as all heck by the other woh not to practically beg that Alexis hire her on as an apprentice
But little by little, Alexis had loosened up, revealing a woenerous, and a little bit badass Heather wasn’t sure at what point they’d crossed froot each other, in an opposites attract kind of way Heather was a little bit noisy, a touch crass when her trailer-park slipped in; Alexis, for, was the opposite
Stuffed condo Heather’s thoughts, Alexis pursed her lips “I thinktoa hand before fixing yet another bow “I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen a stuffed condoross visual?” Brooke said “It e” Heather’s head snapped up
“On it,” Brooke said, finishing off her water bottle “Alexis, want anything from Starbucks? I need to feed Heather before she kills so one”
“Only if it’s decaf,” Brooke replied, holding up Heather’s fifth cup of coffee, which was nearly e at her pointedly
“Decaf coffee is like an unstuffed condoive up,” Brooke said, throwing her hands in the air “If you start levitating later, it’s on you”
Alexis gave Heather a concerned glance “You didn’t sleep? I can recommend a nice tea”
“Is it a nice tea that will turn hbor into a nice, quiet accountant?”
“Oh, but musicians are kind of hot,” Brooke said interestedly
Alexis gave a nod “They are, rather”
Heather narrowed her eyes at both of them “First of all, they’re only hot when they’re not next door Second of all, I didn’t peg either of you as the musician type”
“I think every woued
“Nope” Heather shook her head “Your type,” she said, pointing at Brooke, “is tall, dark, and gru at Alexis, “is”