Laurel
“Seriously Goose, I am offended. Do you think I have no fashion sense?” I ask Henry mockingly as I unzip my small rollerboard to take out the dress I’m wearing to dinner tonight. He raises one eyebrow. “No, I never said that. I want to make sure you look fancy enough. Might catch some wealthy businessman’s eye and become the real Cinderelly.” He winks and I laugh.
He nods at the dark purple dress. “Very nice. Have fun and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. But if you do, make sure I hear all about it Saturday night!” I laugh all the way down the elevator to the lobby. He is too much.
Ellis said to meet him here. I’m riding with him to the convention. A two-hour trip with my boss and I’m not at all worried about it. I marvel at how easily Ellis and I get along still. I’ve spent more
