16
AYLEE
“Aylee, you know you don’t have to go to Drake’s,” Diane whispered, concern in her voice.
I snapped back and gave her my attention. “Are you afraid something’s going to happen?”
She sighed. “You seem like a smart, young woman and I know you can do more with your life than what you’re doing. Why don’t you come work for me? I’ll pay you well and you won’t have to worry about getting your money this way.”
“What exactly do you do?”
“I design clothes.”
I laughed. “That’s the last thing you’d want my help on.”
“You wouldn’t be designing clothes, silly girl. I’d hire you to be my assistant. I’ve always wanted one and since you and I get along so well, I think it could work. What do you say?”
Turning my body toward her, I spoke low. “You never answered my question. Are you worrie
