Laurel
Waking up to the sound of ocean waves could be a favorite. Maybe I should move to the beach. I sit up seeing the waves rolling. Reality intrudes when my phone pings loudly. I smile seeing Ellis sending me a text with a photo of him pretending to hang himself. He’s on the way to breakfast with Aria. Last night was hilarious. He kept stealing my cake I would cut. I sigh trying to forget how right it felt to be watching a movie together. “Boss Laurel, he’s your boss.” I mutter. “And you have so much baggage he doesn’t want to be attached to. No one would….” That usually does the trick to talk sense into myself.
I reply back, a glutton for punishment. “Have fun. Or try to. Maybe she’s nice deep down somewhere. See you by the pool later.”
The fashion designer he’s courting wanted to
