HAZEL
I go to answer the door. It’s Rachael. Looking out of breath and panicked.
“Rachael?” I scrunch my brows. “What are you doing here? Is everything okay?”
“Everything is not okay.” She pants. “Can I come in for a second?”
“Sure.” I hold the door open for her and she steps inside. She sees Kelly her lipstick in front of the mirror and says a quick hi to her. And then, she turns back to me.
“What’s going on?” I inquire. “Is this about our heated little discussion about the charity event? It’s okay. I’m onboard the nicer hall. I think it’ll be great.”
“Hazel. Forget about the hall for a moment. We have a problem,” she rushes over the rest of her words, hands flaying. “Guess who’s throwing a fund raiser the same night as us?”
“Who?” How am I supposed to guess something that random?
