single Valentine’s Day card… Maybe you never do stop loving someone after they’ve gone. But it was time for Holly to make a decision. Sloane was determined to make Holly choose between reuniting with Brant and a fresh new start with someone else. She’d get to the bottom of this if it killed her.
Quickly, she gathered up all of the letters, photos and cards off of the floor and put them back in the box. She swiftly closed the closet door, hoping to put the memory of Holly’s low budget closet behind her. Holly’s closet was a lost cause. Fortunately for her, Sloane always had a back-up plan.
Holly gave her friend Sloane a strange look as she quickly pranced down the staircase and made a beeline for the front door.
“Giving up on me so soon?” asked Holly with a glimmer of hope present in her voice.
“Au countraire, my little holly berry!” Sloane said in her best French accent. Holly rolled her eyes at the pun of her name. Sloane opened the front door and headed out to her car with a sneaky look on her face.
“What are you doing?!” Holly asked her friend who was standing in the snow dressed to the nines as she opened the trunk of her car.
“Don’t you know I always have a plan b?” Sloane winked as she pulled a long black bag from the trunk.
“You’ve got to be kidding me…” Holly said as she eyed up the Nordstrom dress bag that Sloane was holding high in the air.
“Try this on for size…” said Sloane as she tip-toed through the snow to where her friend was standing shivering on the front porch.
“You had this all planned out. Didn’t you?” asked Holly suspiciously.
“Me? No. That’s on loan. It’s my New Year’s Eve dress. So spill anything on it or I’ll kill you,” Sloane said with a wink.
Holly knew damn well that Sloane had purchased her New Year’s Eve gown three months ago and it ce rtainly was not from Nordstrom. In fact she had just gone to the seamstress with her last week for some last minute alterations. When you’ve hit rock bottom, it’s great to have a friend like Sloane.
“Now go put it on and make yourself presentable. I’ll be raiding your wine rack.”
*****
Sloane was two glasses into Holly’s last bottle of Merlot when she heard a clicking noise coming down the stairs. Sloane’s eyes perked up towards the stairs as she awaited her friend’s grand entrance.
“Well let’s see then….”
Holly stepped off the landing and turned into the kitchen where Sloane was waiting. Sloane could barely believe her eyes. She looked like the girl she knew in her college days. Holly’s blonde hair was delicately curled and hanging down her back. Her subtle, yet striking makeup was outdone only by Sloane’s black strapless dress which hugged exactly the right curves.
“How do I look?” Holly asked self-consciously.
Sloane smiled her 100-watt smile.
“Like a knock out. Let’s go.”
*****
December 23, 2013
Brant’s Pick-Up Truck
Enroute to Philadelphia International Airport
“Are we there yet?” Tressa whined to her father, as he weaved in and out of traffic.
“We’re almost there...” said Brant groggily.
“How long is the flight?” asked Randy calmly.
“Three hours.”
“Three hours?!” Tressa complained.
“Seriously, Tressa… That is a short flight. Turn on a movie or look out your window. I’m sure we’ll be there in no time,” said Brant calmly.
Tressa huffed a deep sigh as she looked out the car window. The sun had already gone down and all she could see was her own reflection in the glass. She pulled down the baby shade in disgust as she whipped out her tablet from her carry-on bag.
“When are you and Mommy going to make up? I’m sick of doing this,” asked Tressa with an agitated look on her face.
Brant tried to ignore his daughter’s prying questions but he could not escape her
Quickly, she gathered up all of the letters, photos and cards off of the floor and put them back in the box. She swiftly closed the closet door, hoping to put the memory of Holly’s low budget closet behind her. Holly’s closet was a lost cause. Fortunately for her, Sloane always had a back-up plan.
Holly gave her friend Sloane a strange look as she quickly pranced down the staircase and made a beeline for the front door.
“Giving up on me so soon?” asked Holly with a glimmer of hope present in her voice.
“Au countraire, my little holly berry!” Sloane said in her best French accent. Holly rolled her eyes at the pun of her name. Sloane opened the front door and headed out to her car with a sneaky look on her face.
“What are you doing?!” Holly asked her friend who was standing in the snow dressed to the nines as she opened the trunk of her car.
“Don’t you know I always have a plan b?” Sloane winked as she pulled a long black bag from the trunk.
“You’ve got to be kidding me…” Holly said as she eyed up the Nordstrom dress bag that Sloane was holding high in the air.
“Try this on for size…” said Sloane as she tip-toed through the snow to where her friend was standing shivering on the front porch.
“You had this all planned out. Didn’t you?” asked Holly suspiciously.
“Me? No. That’s on loan. It’s my New Year’s Eve dress. So spill anything on it or I’ll kill you,” Sloane said with a wink.
Holly knew damn well that Sloane had purchased her New Year’s Eve gown three months ago and it ce rtainly was not from Nordstrom. In fact she had just gone to the seamstress with her last week for some last minute alterations. When you’ve hit rock bottom, it’s great to have a friend like Sloane.
“Now go put it on and make yourself presentable. I’ll be raiding your wine rack.”
*****
Sloane was two glasses into Holly’s last bottle of Merlot when she heard a clicking noise coming down the stairs. Sloane’s eyes perked up towards the stairs as she awaited her friend’s grand entrance.
“Well let’s see then….”
Holly stepped off the landing and turned into the kitchen where Sloane was waiting. Sloane could barely believe her eyes. She looked like the girl she knew in her college days. Holly’s blonde hair was delicately curled and hanging down her back. Her subtle, yet striking makeup was outdone only by Sloane’s black strapless dress which hugged exactly the right curves.
“How do I look?” Holly asked self-consciously.
Sloane smiled her 100-watt smile.
“Like a knock out. Let’s go.”
*****
December 23, 2013
Brant’s Pick-Up Truck
Enroute to Philadelphia International Airport
“Are we there yet?” Tressa whined to her father, as he weaved in and out of traffic.
“We’re almost there...” said Brant groggily.
“How long is the flight?” asked Randy calmly.
“Three hours.”
“Three hours?!” Tressa complained.
“Seriously, Tressa… That is a short flight. Turn on a movie or look out your window. I’m sure we’ll be there in no time,” said Brant calmly.
Tressa huffed a deep sigh as she looked out the car window. The sun had already gone down and all she could see was her own reflection in the glass. She pulled down the baby shade in disgust as she whipped out her tablet from her carry-on bag.
“When are you and Mommy going to make up? I’m sick of doing this,” asked Tressa with an agitated look on her face.
Brant tried to ignore his daughter’s prying questions but he could not escape her
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