7
At ten o’clock, I made my way downstairs to see if the mystery woman had showed. As I neared the chapel, I could make out Frankie’s laugh. I peeked into the waiting room to find Frankie and a woman sitting on the couch in conversation.
I took a moment to watch her before I made my presence known. She was probably in her early thirties though could pass for twenty-something. She had shimmering blonde hair, honey-colored eyes, and dressed with flawless, effortless style, as if she woke in the morning and was completely perfect. Totally not fair. I think I might hate her.
I entered the room with a small cough.
“You’re finally awake,” Frankie said as I made my way to the couch. “We were just talking about you.”
I eyed Frankie, who normally didn’t greet the morning so early after a long
