Kwame
All that Glitters
“Will there be anything else?” The woman I hired to decorate for tonight sticks her head into my office.
“Oh, are you done. That was quick.”
“I’ve been here for almost four hours.”
“Already?” I glance at my wrist and grimace. “The day has flown by.”
“Do you want to check it out before I leave?” She jerks her thumb over her shoulder.
I get to my feet. “Yes. I’m sure you did a great job.”
“It looks just like what you showed me. You moving all the furniture out gave me a perfect canvas.”
“Great.” She doesn’t need to know that there was no furniture to move out.
We walk through my house and I’m acutely aware of how bare it still is. I should take Sin up on her offer to help me decorate.
“Here we are.”
I asked her to help me recreate the aesthetic of the dining room at Dogon where we first met.
I didn’t expect her to capture the ambiance so perfectly without it lookinglike a replica.
The whole thing looks like a tribute to the night sky. Navy blue mirrored glass lines the wall parallel to the door and seems to dissolve into the wall of windows that it intersects with.
The canopy is made of a wispy fabric in bold shades of blue shot with white and gold. It’s moody, mysterious, and inviting. Just like my girl.
The table at the center is low to the ground and surrounded by cushions the size of love seats.
Perfect for what I’ve got planned for her after dinner.
“Oh, wow. Sonja, you outdid yourself.”
“I think she’s going to love it.” She beams with pride as I walk her to the door.
I pull my vibrating phone out of my pocket and smile when Sin’s smiling face is on the screen.
“Hey sexy. Excited about tonight?”
“Uh, yeah. I am. I just…I came home early to change.” My mood shifts at the slight tremor in her voice.
She makes a sound that sounds like a muffled sob. “Sin? What’s wrong?”
“I think someone’s been here,” she says in a thin, watery voice.
I grab my keys. “Been where?”
“My house.”
My stomach drops. I get to my feet. “I’m on my way.”
“No,” she shouts, and I stop.
“Why not?”
