Page 24 of The Good Girl


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“When did these come?”

“Before I went to my meeting.” She took her jacket off and placed it on the chair. “I figured you’d see them when you came downstairs. You must be exhausted.”

“I uhm…” I reached up for the small black envelope, opened it and pulled out the simple white card. Welcome to the team. Good first month. Phillippe. “Oh crap! I left him on hold.” I ran back up to my room.

I picked up my phone. “The flowers are beautiful, but I don’t see anything about tonight.”

“I thought you would have called as soon as you read the card.”

“I’m sorry, the flowers came while I was asleep.”

“No, it’s my fault. I was trying to surprise you.” Now I felt bad. I was unduly angry and possibly missed out on a great dinner. “I know you want to keep things private that’s why I didn’t…when you called me, I was going to tell you about dinner.”

“Tony didn’t mention anything.”

“That’s because I didn’t tell him.”

“Is it too late?” It was six and it wouldn’t take me long to get dressed.

“Are you sure you feel up to it? We can do it another time.”

“I’m fine. I’ve been sleeping since Tony dropped me off.”

“Okay, I’ll pick you…”

“I’ll come to you.”

“No, I’ll pick you up.”

“Please don’t. It’s too soon. I just

don’t feel like…”

“I’ll give in this one time and send Marcos. He’ll be there in an hour. See you soon. Bye.”

“Bye.” I pressed the button ending the call. I looked at the clock and then at my reflection. I looked a hot mess and had an hour to turn myself into something amazing. “Mom,” I called out and ran back downstairs. “Mom.” I hurried into the kitchen. “Mom.”

“Gabriella, stop all that yelling.” She continued putting the groceries away. “What’s going on?”

“I have to meet my boss for dinner.”

“Excuse me?”

“I need your help. A car will be here in an hour to pick me up.” I hurried back upstairs and stood in front of my closet looking for something to wear. I threw my suit case on the bed and went searching for the black DVF dress. Crap, it’s wrinkled and I need time to get my hair together.

My mother walked into my room. “What is going on?”

“My boss wants me to attend a last minute dinner tonight and I wanted to wear this, but…” I held up the black dress. She walked over and grabbed me by the shoulders.

“Calm down.” I took a deep breath. “What did he say?”

“He said he’s sending a car to pick me up in an hour.”

“Where are you going?”

“I forgot to ask.”

“Let me see the dress.” I handed her the wrinkled black dress. “I’ll work on getting the wrinkles out and you work on getting yourself together.”

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