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of a country
music star Liam, hired her to decorate the nursery for her child. 
    Today,
she was decorating a nursery for Farrah McBride, the wife of country superstar Austin
McBride. Slipping on her black, Prada 5-inch heel booties that went perfectly
with her cream colored sheer tank, sleek black skirt, and red and black
baseball jacket. Snatching up her keys, Kari practically made a mad dash to her
car, and sped down the highway with hopes that she would be on time to Southern
Hearts Ranch.
    Turning
up the radio, Kari bobbed her head up and down to the beat of the music. Today
was looking good for her as she checked her watch on her wrist, the traffic on
the interstate was light. She might be five minutes early instead of being late.
Cruising down the country road, Kari groaned when a red, new model Chevy
Silverado towing what appeared to be hay, was traveling at least 15 below the
speed limit.
    Beep
Beep Beep
    Kari
blew her horn at the man in the truck, the asshole was going to make her late. She
blew the car horn a few more times, but it only made the driver go a little
slower. Honking her horn once more, Kari was beyond pissed, swerving over, she
saw the lane was cleared for passing. As Kari came up on the on the slow moving
vehicle, she flicked her middle finger at him. Looking into her review mirror
she saw the truck flicking his headlights at her.
    “I
don’t care,” she mumbled, and continued her journey down the road.
    Five
minutes later, she was pulling up to the iron gates with gold letters ‘SH’
inscribed in the middle of it. Before she could press the intercom. Kari
followed the white gravel tree lined road to the three story brick antebellum
house. Her mouth nearly dropped as she surveyed the vast estate. The rumor mill
was buzzing about how Austin McBride fell in love with Farrah Rue within a few
weeks before his wedding to another woman.  Kari parked her new model range
rover near a simple, blue mini cooper and exited her vehicle. 
    “Ms.
Hayes,” a soft feminine voice yelled out.
    Kari
shielded the morning sun from her eyes as she looked at a very pregnant woman
walking towards her wearing a white t-shirt dress and brown cowboy boots. 
Looking down at her thousand dollar Prada boots, there was no way she was
trekking through the mud in her perfectly clean shoes.
    “Hello,”
Kari waved from the pavement; she wasn’t taking a chance on getting her shoes
muddy.  “I’m here to meet Farrah McBride,” she said, extending her hand to the
woman.
    “I’m
her,” she chuckled, and shook Kari’s hand.
    Kari
tried her best to hide the shock on her face, apparently she didn’t do a good
job and Farrah saw it. “I’m sorry, I was expecting-” her voice faltered when
the Farrah McBride started to laugh.
    “Blue
eyes and blonde hair?” she singsonged.
    “Pretty
much.” Kari shifted uncomfortably to the other foot. When Melanie told her that
her friend Farrah McBride wanted Kari to design a nursery, she assumed the
woman would be white since her husband was a country music star. But boy was
she wrong, Austin McBride’s wife was African American with skin the color of
nutmeg and black kinky curly hair.
    “It’s
okay,” Farrah said. “I get that all the time.”
    “I’m
sorry…I have this terrible habit of saying what’s on my mind,” Kari admitted.
    Farrah
put her hand on Kari shoulder, “Girl, I wish everyone was a little more like
that instead of hemming and hawing around.”
    Kari
could tell the Farrah McBride was a down to earth woman, who didn’t seem like
the average celebrity wife that was all about the glitz and glamour. “Melanie
told me you were impressed with the nursery that I designed for her.”
    “Yes!”
she said excitedly. “Let’s go get a glass of iced tea and I’ll show you the
nursery.”
    “You
have a lovely home,” Kari said, as she walked through the front door behind
Farrah, the house boasted heavy columns, decadent chandeliers, and a ton of
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