wedding bells and second chances

intro 2

I ask, and they look at each other and nod their heads.

"Yes, please. It's a slog to drive so far after having booze in our system, and it will help to not have to wake up so early to go to work the next morning," Liv says.

"She usually has like 4:30 shifts or sometimes goes home at 6 in the morning. Hospital life is chaotic if you ask me,"

Then it's settled. We will be holding it at my place. "I say we keep on chatting till our lunchtime is up, and we all go our separate ways.

I enter the building with my last name on it, Daves Shoes & Co.

I go to the elevator and press the level 8 button and go up. I'm about to go to a meeting with my siblings.

My brother Knox Leo Daves is 30 with black hair; he got it from Dad and blue eyes from Mom.

I have black hair and blue eyes as well, but my sister has brown eyes like my dad and blond hair like my mom.

My sister is Willow Rose Daves and is 29.

I walk near the meeting room, and I see my brother talking to a very handsome man. He looks 6.6 feet tall, and he has the most gorgeous forest green eyes and blond hair.

He is built, of muscle; you can see he goes to the gym. Is he a new client, I wonder? I walk nearer, and I see them laughing, and I enter Knox's sight of vision, and he smiles at me, and now I see Willow is there as well.

That's strange; she's usually in her office and never talks to clients.

I walk closer, and my brother is motioning me to come closer. I walk near, and I go stand next to my brother. "Oh, how might this vine specimen be?" The guy asks something in his voice that sounds familiar, but he ticks me off.

"Vine, specimen, you're not talking about me, are you? If you are, what am I, a lap rat or something?" I spat out at Fourie.

"Ohh, and she is feisty; I like that. Is she one of you designers or your associate Knox?" he says. I'm not worried about losing a client now because he thinks he can talk to me like that.

I shift into hell mode as my siblings and friends say, "I'm on one's assistant, thank you very much.

I'm—" He interrupts me. "When is that ugly duckling of a sister of yours coming? She is late, and I don't have time to waste."

The rude stranger says, "Ugly duckling, I'm not. How do you think you are talking to me like that? Me, an ugly duckling? You should get your eyes tested." I say with a huff.

Knox is just standing there with a smirk on his face, and Willow rolls her eyes but starts speaking.