Constance
Later that evening I was diligently working on my Belle costume, completely lost in the blissful memories from earlier when there was a soft knock at my door. “Come in,” I said, powering down my sewing machine and swiveling in the chair to face my bedroom door. Jamie slid in and took a seat in the butterfly chair next to the bed. “Well, what an unexpected surprise,” I teased.
She grinned back but it lacked her usual enthusiasm. “What’s wrong?” I demanded. “Did something happen between you and Matt?”
Jamie shook her head. “No, everything’s perfect between Matt and I. Well,” the smile she cast my way this time was more genuine and eased my concerns, “Better than perfect, more like a fairy tale.”
“Then what’s got you down?”
