LISA MOORE'S APARTMENT
Lisa Moore stood before her mirror, adjusting her outfit in her bedroom. Ava, her best friend, lay sprawled across the bed, flipping through her phone but stealing glances at Lisa.
“You’re awfully quiet,” Lisa remarked, slipping on her second shoe.
Ava smirked and set her phone aside. “I’m just trying to figure out why you’re putting in so much effort for a business meeting. You’ve never been this excited about one before. I mean, you actually hate most of them,” she said, laughing lightly.
Lisa paused, a small smile forming on her lips as she glanced at Ava. “You’re very observant, as always,” she said.
Ava arched an eyebrow. “So, what’s going on? Spill.”
Lisa laughed softly, walking over to her vanity to pick a pair of earrings. “This isn’t just any business
