We All Fall Down
Some things are destined to be—it just takes us a couple of tries to get there.
- J.R. Ward
ANA
Shit, my wig is flying off.
My heel catches in the concrete. The beads around my neck twirl and knot around my neck, tight enough to choke, and as I run into the Four Seasons lobby, just a block from Biscayne Bay, my hair askew, my arms full of bags, the sound of my heart thunders in my ears.
I’m late. So f*****g late.
The decorators should already be in the building and yet here I am, half-dressed, waltzing in like a complete shitshow.
I’m happy. I’m excited. I’m nervous.
The clock’s at T-minus one hour, and I only have enough time to run to my room, finish getting dressed and give the go-ahead to the caterers before people start to arrive. I mumble something that may
