Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 116231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
“Okay, I’ll get ready. Text me when you are downstairs so I can come down.”
“I will.” The excitement in her voice makes it rise even higher.
I put my cup of coffee down on the double sink counter. “See you soon,” I say, putting down the phone beside the coffee cup. I turn on my vibes music playlist before bending, pulling the towel out of my hair. I grab my leave-in conditioner and spray it in. I quickly blow-dry my hair halfway before walking into the walk-in closet. This apartment came with two walk-in closets. I decided to dedicate one to my clothes and the other one is a shoe and purse room. Since no man is ever going to have his shit in my closet, it is the perfect thing for me. If it were me, I would never have chosen this apartment, it’s honestly too big for me. Kirby, however, had other plans; he is the one who bought it and then handed me the keys and the title.
Heading over to the five drawers I have set up in the corner, I pull open the underwear drawer, grabbing a white lace pair and then the matching bra. I quickly move over to the jeans rack and pull off a pair of acid-washed blue jeans. I slide them up and then jump twice to get them on. My closet wasn’t always this abundant. I’m lying; it was. My mother’s favorite pastime was shopping and spending money. I was a professional online shopper when she was alive. Then she passed away and I started to think I was poor, which is far from true. I’m what Lexi likes to call Richie Rich rich, but it never even dawned on me. Losing both parents, no matter how strained our relationships were, left me spiraling. Then I don’t know how, but Kirby saw it and gave me his credit card and I used it occasionally. Okay fine, more than occasionally, but he offered.
I grab a white tank top, sliding it over my head and then grab one of the long blue linen button-down shirts. I leave it open before walking into the shoe closet and grabbing a pair of pink strappy heels. Sliding one foot in and then tying it around my ankle, I then do the same with the other before heading over to grab my pink Chanel purse that is almost the same shade as the shoes. I step over to the five little drawers that are in the corner of this room too, but these hold my jewelry. I grab a couple of silver bracelets, before putting on the thick Tiffany chain necklace, the heart pendant falling on the white shirt. I turn and head back to the bathroom, spraying my perfume that smells like clean linen. My phone rings from the counter, interrupting the music.
“Hello.” I put it on speakerphone, grabbing it and heading to the front door.
“I’m downstairs,” Lexi says.
“On my way,” I tell her, “I’m switching out purses.” I disconnect, switching my things form one purse to the other, before checking my workout bag and grabbing my wallet and my keys. I rush out the door, shutting it and locking it behind me, and run to the elevator.
I tuck my hair behind my ear when I put on my sunglasses and head down to Lexi. She’s at the curb in the white SUV she bought herself when she left her husband. I pull open the passenger door. “Hello,” I say, getting in and leaning toward her to kiss her on the cheek. “How are you doing?”
“Twenty minutes and you look like that?” she questions, sounding annoyed. “Get out of my car.”
I laugh as I reach for my seat belt before buckling myself in. “What can I say, I’m just a natural beauty.” I side-eye her. “I can do my makeup in a full five minutes. I have it down pat. Cream, foundation, mascara, a touch of blush, and this is what you get.” I put both hands together under my chin, batting my eyes at her, making her laugh.
“Okay, so first stop is coffee,” she says, pulling out of the driveway. “Then we are meeting Zoey and Ariella.” I gasp, clapping my hands. Ever since I moved to the city, it’s been slow finding friends. To be honest, I hadn’t really found any. Lexi changed that. She and her family have taken me into their family, and I have never in my life felt so protected by a group of women before. They are literally the definition of we ride at dawn, ask questions later.
“A true girls’ day.” I raise my hands in the air as she pulls into the drive-thru of the first coffee shop she sees.
“I’ll have a fresh orange juice,” I tell her, and she orders herself a latte and a fresh orange juice for me.