Enzo and I decided on going as Barbie and Ken. Well, actually, I decided we were going as Barbie and Ken because it gave me an excuse to finally wear those hot pink platform peep-toe stilettos that I’d bought during a summer shopping spree. I had finally found a cute dress that was almost the exact same shade as the shoes. And let’s face it, he was already gorgeous, so dressing up as Ken wouldn’t be a far stretch for him.
“I should be at the party around eleven. You think you can survive without me until then?”
“Ugh. It’ll be so hard but somehow I’ll manage.”
“You’re precious, you know that?” He kissed me before he dashed out the door for work. He was bartending a party in downtown Birmingham at the Boutwell Auditorium. He wasn’t thrilled about it, but he was confident that he would mak
