-Celeste-
“Where to, ma'am?” The driver said, his voice slicing through the ringing.
I murmured the address. He said his fare, I didn’t listen. I didn’t care.
All I wanted was an escape. Away from the noise, from everything. Gâteau Celeste was the only place I could think of.
When we arrived, I reached for my purse to pay the cab driver.
I opened it, my heart sank.
It was empty.
No card. No phone.
Realization hit me. I had taken the wrong clutch.
Stupid. Just like those people said.
This was the alternative clutch. It was my other option for the event. The thought that I’d even been trying to look good for the even made me feel worse.
What is wrong with me?—
“Ma’am, you have to pay up,” the driver’s voice cut through again.
“I’m sorry, I grabbed the wrong purse in a hurry,”
