Adele
Step one to getting over Rafe: find a new job. And it turns out it’s the easiest thing on my list to check off because when I check my charged phone, a message is waiting for me. I don't recognize the number, but it’s a Taos area code. The man speaking has a British accent.
“Good day, Madame Fabre. I am Mr. Button and I’m calling to inform you of a private chef position that’s just opened up in my household. We haven’t advertised, but we received a reference saying we must hire you. If you are available today, I’d like to interview you at the following address…”
I hit redial before the message finishes and confirm the appointment to Mr. Button’s voicemail. “It just so happens I’m free today.”
Finally, something is going my way. I dress and get dolled up quickly. No amount of make
