I have everything arranged. I was supposed to pick Millie up at the condo at seven, and then we were going to meet everyone at the club for dancing and drinking. Well, everyone but me will drink. I’ll focus on my new obsession—Millie.
I pick up my phone to text Millie. I smile when I see her programmed into my phone as ‘Wifey.’
Me: Hey, wifey. I had a problem come up at work. I’ll be twenty or thirty minutes late to pick you up. Looking forward to tonight.
Wifey: Hey, Hubby. I’m actually on my way back from Oaklee’s. I’ll just Uber to you, and then we can drive together. That way we aren’t late.
Me: Perfect. See you soon.
And yet, I feel a tightening in my chest at the thought of Millie coming here. This is my baby. This is the best of me. I don’t want her to see the best of me.
