Chapter Five
Gracie
Melanie and I are seated at our favorite dinner spot—Tucchi’s in downtown LA. It’s a pizza restaurant with a big wood-burning oven in the center and little round tables topped with white votive candles. It’s casual and cute. Every Saturday we meet for goat cheese and roasted red pepper pizza and copious amounts of local wine. Calories don’t count while we’re having gossip and girl talk.
“So what"s new with you, babe?” Melanie asks. “You wear that skirt I lent you yet?”
I shake my head. “I haven"t had a chance. All I"ve been doing this week is working.” That tiny pink scrap definitely isn"t appropriate for the office. Hell, I"d feel embarrassed to look at myself in the mirror with it on.
“So wear it at work. Who gives a s**t?” she laughs.
“Easy for you to say,” I r
