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Oh, shit I’d slept so long I was going to make us late

I sat upright, grabbed the thin blanket covering me, and went to cast it aside, but my movement slowed The soft throw blanket hadn’t been on the bed when I’d fallen asleep—he

His kindness was such a siesture, yet it made me feel all warm inside

“Vance, I’m up” I climbed off the bed and stood “Give me one minute and I’m ready”

He glanced my way as he spoke into his phone “Actually, never mind You can let her knoe’re on our way Thanks”

“Why didn’t you wake ot up?” I asked when he pocketed his phone

He flashed an easy sured you could use a little extra time”

“You didn’t have to do that I don’t want to make us late”

A slow smile teased his lips “Petra won’t h money not to”

I scurried to the bathroo brown hair, and swiped on some mascara as quickly as possible Thankfully, the otten wrinkled during my nap I rushed out into the main room, snatched up my purse, and stepped into a pair of sandals

It was a short walk fro boutique, and after introductions, ere ushered to the back of the store There was a set of sleek leather couches arranged around a low, glass table, and bottles of wine and artisanal water were set on it, along with a rainbow assortment of macarons and other French pastries It was so we could take in refreshments as we ‘shopped’

Petra was short and fit, and everything about her announced she was a force to be reckoned with, froly pink hair Her cockney British accent was char at times, but sharp when it needed to be Her tea herself, but it was hard to keep track because they kept rotating in and out of the back room while they presented different looks to the three of us

Last Friday, I’d filled out a for my measurements, shoe size, and which colors I felt worked best on me I didn’t have to measure—I used the saned for me I’d had to send pictures of myself to Petra, since I rarely posted on social media She had the itinerary of events, and she’d already chosen a few looks, so it went much quicker than I’d expected