praying that her friend wouldn’t inquire as to how she got the tickets. She was confused enough about the situation, she certainly didn’t think she could explain it to someone else.
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?!” Aralia screamed into the phone, clearly excited.
Caroline heard a banging sound and some muffled noise, realizing Aralia had dropped her phone. After a moment of fumbling, her voice came back through the speaker.
“Why didn’t you start with that, Caroline?! Holy shit, that's amazing! I've always loved him! Fuck love, I’m obsessed with him! How the fuck did you get tickets to that? I thought that show was all sold out! Oh my shit, Jackie is definitely not going to say no to this,” Aralia was rambling, not giving Caroline a chance to respond. “Okay, okay, let’s plan. What time are we meeting? I cannot believe I have to wait all week now. It’s only Monday!”
“How about 6pm Saturday?” Caroline finally found a second to squeeze into the conversation.
“Yes, I'll meet you at your place. Holy crap, what am I going to wear? Gotta go, Caroline. I need to go shopping right this instant. Come shopping with me!”
“Tomorrow, maybe. I'm tired tonight. Think I’m just going to stay in.”
“Suit yourself. I'll grab you from your work tomorrow, or later in the week. We need to find something amazing to wear to this concert. This is not the time to undersell it- go big or fucking go home, Caroline! Oh my cheeses, front row. Logan Clay might see us! I wonder if I have any sexy underwear to throw on stage.”
With that last sentiment, Aralia hung up. Caroline laughed and rolled her eyes, turning off her phone. She knew that her girls would be excited and so was she, but there was also a nervous knot in her stomach that she couldn’t seem to push away.
CHAPTER THREE
Tuesday through Thursday at work flashed past in a blur. The law firm wasn’t giving her a single moment’s break, but she was glad to have the distraction. She had way too many things that she didn’t want to think about. She had even been so busy that she had forgotten to call Aralia back about shopping.
Friday morning rolled around to find Caroline finishing her last touches of makeup, leaning over her sink and staring in the mirror, getting ready to leave for work. Admiring her handiwork, she smiled at herself and grabbed her purse and keys, taking off for the elevator.
“Hi, Jeremy!” Caroline greeted her doorman as she stepped off the elevator.
“Miss Caroline, you’re looking gorgeous this morning,” he said to her as he opened the front door for her.
“Thank you!” She smiled as she waltzed past him, hopping into the waiting cab.
She only spent a few minutes at the Java Jolt this morning, taking her coffee to go. George asked her if she was excited about the concert and made her promise to tell him every detail on Monday. She agreed and tried to downplay her excitement, even though secretly she was a bundle of nerves. Dipping out of the store, she hurried down the block to work to make sure she got there on time.
Work was sluggish and she caught herself dragging her feet to match her mood. Fridays were always like this at her law office. All the senior partners took off early for their weekend houses, so there was only a small crowd of paralegals and other administrators around, clearly bitter about having to pick up the slack.
Luckily for Caroline, the ever bubbly Aralia came prancing through her office doors around three o’clock in the afternoon to take her out shopping. Caroline looked around to check that none of the senior bosses were around to see her leave early, but deemed it safe. She quickly cleaned up her desk and followed Aralia down to the New York City streets.
“Where are we going?” Caroline asked her, once they were walking down the city block, wallets ready to be used and abused.
“Let’s hit 5 th Avenue, pick out a few things at different places. We can
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?!” Aralia screamed into the phone, clearly excited.
Caroline heard a banging sound and some muffled noise, realizing Aralia had dropped her phone. After a moment of fumbling, her voice came back through the speaker.
“Why didn’t you start with that, Caroline?! Holy shit, that's amazing! I've always loved him! Fuck love, I’m obsessed with him! How the fuck did you get tickets to that? I thought that show was all sold out! Oh my shit, Jackie is definitely not going to say no to this,” Aralia was rambling, not giving Caroline a chance to respond. “Okay, okay, let’s plan. What time are we meeting? I cannot believe I have to wait all week now. It’s only Monday!”
“How about 6pm Saturday?” Caroline finally found a second to squeeze into the conversation.
“Yes, I'll meet you at your place. Holy crap, what am I going to wear? Gotta go, Caroline. I need to go shopping right this instant. Come shopping with me!”
“Tomorrow, maybe. I'm tired tonight. Think I’m just going to stay in.”
“Suit yourself. I'll grab you from your work tomorrow, or later in the week. We need to find something amazing to wear to this concert. This is not the time to undersell it- go big or fucking go home, Caroline! Oh my cheeses, front row. Logan Clay might see us! I wonder if I have any sexy underwear to throw on stage.”
With that last sentiment, Aralia hung up. Caroline laughed and rolled her eyes, turning off her phone. She knew that her girls would be excited and so was she, but there was also a nervous knot in her stomach that she couldn’t seem to push away.
CHAPTER THREE
Tuesday through Thursday at work flashed past in a blur. The law firm wasn’t giving her a single moment’s break, but she was glad to have the distraction. She had way too many things that she didn’t want to think about. She had even been so busy that she had forgotten to call Aralia back about shopping.
Friday morning rolled around to find Caroline finishing her last touches of makeup, leaning over her sink and staring in the mirror, getting ready to leave for work. Admiring her handiwork, she smiled at herself and grabbed her purse and keys, taking off for the elevator.
“Hi, Jeremy!” Caroline greeted her doorman as she stepped off the elevator.
“Miss Caroline, you’re looking gorgeous this morning,” he said to her as he opened the front door for her.
“Thank you!” She smiled as she waltzed past him, hopping into the waiting cab.
She only spent a few minutes at the Java Jolt this morning, taking her coffee to go. George asked her if she was excited about the concert and made her promise to tell him every detail on Monday. She agreed and tried to downplay her excitement, even though secretly she was a bundle of nerves. Dipping out of the store, she hurried down the block to work to make sure she got there on time.
Work was sluggish and she caught herself dragging her feet to match her mood. Fridays were always like this at her law office. All the senior partners took off early for their weekend houses, so there was only a small crowd of paralegals and other administrators around, clearly bitter about having to pick up the slack.
Luckily for Caroline, the ever bubbly Aralia came prancing through her office doors around three o’clock in the afternoon to take her out shopping. Caroline looked around to check that none of the senior bosses were around to see her leave early, but deemed it safe. She quickly cleaned up her desk and followed Aralia down to the New York City streets.
“Where are we going?” Caroline asked her, once they were walking down the city block, wallets ready to be used and abused.
“Let’s hit 5 th Avenue, pick out a few things at different places. We can