"Alright, Grace. Don't hesitate to call me if anything comes up," I say to Grace as I grab my phone from my desk.
"Okay. I Will be waiting for the gossip behind this sparkle that is blotted on your face, dear bestie," She retorts.
How can I not be glowing? How can I shade this glow of love emanating from the inside? I am in love, and I love back. That comes off like too much robust bang for me to cloak. I feel like I am walking in an alley of shining stars. Love is indeed a beautiful thing.
"Whatever. See ya," I wiggle my jolly-burning self and catwalk out of her vision before she goes raucous with interrogations.
I evacuate the cloggy coffee shop and trudge outside to the black Lamborghini awaiting me and get in. "We can go now," I nervously giggle after putting on my safety belt and
