Nine
Trixie
“Hey, I’m so happy you came!”
I smiled at Karrie, who looked cute with her curls pulled back and her face makeup free.
“Thanks for the invite,” I replied, hoping my voice didn’t waver and convey my nerves.
I walked into Wes and Brody’s apartment, taking in everything as I entered. The plush couches in the living room that faced the large television, the high-top table with bar stools surrounding it, and the candles flickering on the end tables.
Not exactly what you’d expect from a college apartment, but, knowing Wes came from money, it was pretty much what I’d figured I’d walk into.
Still, although you could tell a couple single guys lived there, from the complete lack of décor, you could also see Karrie’s influence … with the tidy space and scent of apple and cinnamon.
