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CHAPTER ONE
“Good Morning, Avery,” Myla smiled, as she haphazardly bowled through the doors of her Boutique, her brunette pony tail swinging back and forth like a whip.
“You’re late!” Avery replied stern faced, peering over the top of her spectacles like a scolding headmistress.
“In case you hadn’t noticed, Avery, it is my name above the door, it says ‘Myla’s Boutique’, when it’s your name, then please feel free to reprimand me for my tardiness,” she said sarcastically, kicking her heels off and hanging up her coat.
“I’m merely stating a fact. You know we have an important client gracing us with her presence today for her final fitting,” said Avery, as she moved herself towards Myla with her arms folded across her heaving chest.
“And I’m here now.” She smiled, “Where are the measurements for the Franco dress?”
Avery pointed her finger (complete with a long vixen red nail) to a pile of paperwork that sat on Myla’s desk. She raised her eyebrows, “They’re right where I left them yesterday.”
“See, I couldn’t run this place without you.” She smiled, grabbing the measurements, and scurried towards the back of the Boutique, with Avery snapping at her heels.
“So, did you have a hunk of a man keeping you warm in bed this morning? Is that why you are an hour late?”
Myla draped the tape measure around her neck and grabbed the tin of tacks; she snorted. “If only, my alarm clock didn’t go off.”
“That old chestnut, huh?”
“It’s the truth. What more do you want me to say?” She asked as she carefully added a few more pins to the hem of the gown adorning the mannequin.
“You, are all work and no play,” Avery laughed.
Grabbing her pencil, she cross checked the measurements before sliding it behind her ear. “What do you mean by that?” Myla replied.
Reaching for two cups, Avery fired up the coffee machine. “Well, you are twenty-seven, you haven’t had a serious relationship since before you opened this Boutique, five years ago, don’t you think it’s time you found yourself someone to share your life with?”
Rolling her eyes, Myla shook her head. “This again? I don’t have time for a serious relationship, my whole life revolves around this place.”
Pouring some sugar into the cups of coffee, Avery stood and noisily stirred the spoon against the crockery, causing Myla to wince at the unbearable noise. “When was the last time your vagina saw some action?”
Spitting out the tacks from between her teeth, Myla rose to her feet and placed her hands on her hips. “Pardon? What does that have to do with you?” She asked wide-eyed.
“Hey, I’m your best friend, I have a right to know. Your biological clock is ticking away.” She smiled as she passed Myla her coffee.
“Yes, well it can tick away!”
“So, last night’s date didn’t go too well, then?” Avery quizzed taking a seat on the chaise lounge.
