Chapter 31 - The Sweet End Of The Week
Lucille's POV
Yesterday I decided to take Franco's flowers home with me. Back in my apartment I greedily divided the huge bouquet into 3 smaller ones. I did that while dancing around the apartment in my underwear and drinking red wine straight from the bottle. It's clear by now that New York Lucy doesn't drink champagne. God, I really need to make myself some friends here in New York.
I carefully placed one vase on my dining room table and one on the nightstand in my bedroom, while the third one has been carefully placed on a small side table that I moved by the entrance, so the thick roses would greet me when I come home for as long as they last without wilting.
On a whim I took my work laptop home with me, just in case I hear from Franco. Fine,
