VIOLA
I can’t believe my luck. I had thought I wasn’t going to hear from Clark soon, if ever again but he calls me a few days after I spoke with him the first time. He sounds unbelievably cheerful.
“Viola,” he finishes my name in a sing-song tone. “I have something I think you’re going to love.”
I get excited just by the tone in his voice. “What is it?” I ask excitedly.
“Well, there is a wedding planner who asked me to find her an assistant before we spoke. I gave her a call and told her about you. She recalls you well and is eager to give you a chance to get back in the game.”
“Okay. So I would be her assistant?”
“Actually no. I spoke to her about you for that job but it turns out she’s got a whole new idea that she wants to launch and she wants to ask you if you’d be interested to
