After the party was complete, Kiera, feeling bad that it was a Sunday and
that she’d had to ask her staff to come in at all, decided that she could
handle things on her own during the actual tea party. She had promised to
call Romi for cleanup. Not because she actually wanted to, since she didn’t
need any more hours of torture than she already endured, but Romi made
her promise. She wouldn’t hear of Kiera cleaning up everything by herself.
She’d actually gone so far as to say that she’d come in for free because she
wasn’t doing anything anyway, but Kiera, of course, dispelled that notion
with a promise of double overtime for any hours worked, as she’d
promised.
She’d fired off a text while the ladies were still looking at items, and
since Romi always seemed to have impeccable timing, she walked through
the front door right as Kiera was finishing ringing up the purchases.
Romi truly was a nice person, and she was great with people. She greeted
each of the ladies easily and wished them well as they were leaving. She
asked them about the tea party, the tea, their day, where they lived, what
they were doing for the rest of the day, if they needed any help to their cars
or to their rides that were coming. After the ladies filed out, Romi talked
with Maryanne. She wanted to hear all about how the tea parties worked.
She said that she liked tea and took a list from Maryanne with a promise to
check it out.
For her part, Kiera tried hard not to notice how vibrant, sincere, youthful,
and beautiful Romi looked. She was wearing a simple black dress that had
short cap sleeves, was tight on top, and flared out at the bottom. It was put
together with a simple, thin red belt for a splash of color. The dress
highlighted the fact that Romi was both tall and curvy and Kiera couldn’t
tear her eyes away from the swell of her breasts or from her long, shapely
legs. The black dress actually complimented Romi’s olive skin tone and her
dark hair. Her eyes blazed like twin emeralds as she threw back her head
and laughed with Maryanne.