Chapter Nine
Serena
Meet at the courthouse at 12:30PM. Bring your camera. Dress nice, not like a bag lady.
That was the text I’d received from Jasmine that morning. No explanation, just those few words. With anyone else I would have been annoyed, but it was so totally Jazzy that all I could do was smile, and laugh at the bag lady comment.
Jazzy knew I didn’t leave my house without my hair and makeup done, and dressed to impress. It was just how I was, how I’d always been. In order to feel my best, I had to look my best, and who wanted to walk around looking and feeling frumpy?
Not me.
I saved frumpy for when I was home at night, eating junk in front of the TV as I binged on my favorite shows, or for when I was in the studio.
At twelve twenty, I parked my car on Main Street, pulled o
