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couldn’t seem to
push away either.

 
    Chapter Three
     
    Tuesday through Thursday at work
went by really fast, it seemed that she didn’t even have one moment to stop, and
she was glad to have the distraction. She had too much on her mind and didn’t
want to think about any of it. Her work had kept her so busy she had forgotten
to call Aralia back about shopping.
    Now it was Friday morning and
Caroline was finishing her last touches of makeup before leaving for work. Admiring
herself in the mirror, she smiled and then grabbed her bag and keys and took
off for the elevator.
    “Hi Jeremy!” she said as she
stepped off the elevator.
    “Miss Caroline, you are looking
gorgeous this morning.” the doorman said to her as he opened the front door for
her.
    “Thank you, Jer.” she smiled at him
and waved as she hopped into her 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 told him she was pretty excited. She then dipped out of
the store and hurried down the block to work to make sure she got there on
time, Caroline was never late.
     
    Work was sluggish for Caroline
today and she couldn’t help but drag her feet to match. Fridays were always
like this at law offices. All the senior partners took off early for their
vacation homes or weekend country houses and so it was a small crowd of
paralegals and other administrators that were clearly bitter about having to
pick up all the slack for the lawyers.
    Luckily for Caroline, the ever bubbly
Aralia came prancing through her office doors around 3pm to take her out. Caroline
looked around to check that none of the senior bosses were around to see her
leave early, then she quickly cleaned up her desk and followed Aralia out and
down to the New York City streets.
    “So 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 and then compare them back at your
place. Jackie said she already had something perfect to wear so she is just
going to meet us tomorrow for the concert. You don’t even know how excited she
was when I told her we were going to a Logan Clay concert! And front row? She
nearly peed herself like an overly excitable puppy.” Aralia laughed.
    “Hey, you were just as bad when I
told you over the phone.” Caroline quipped back at her, defending Jackie.
    “Got me there.” Aralia admitted and
the two girls laughed as they headed out towards 5 th Avenue.
    ~**~
     
    “What about this one?” Caroline was
standing half naked in the large dressing room with a partially clad Aralia and
a giant stack of dresses and outfits. She was holding a gold sequined short
dress up in front of her and holding it around her waist to give an example of
what it would look like on her.
    “Are you kidding? With your pale
skin, you might as well just turn into a sparkling ice sculpture.” Aralia
teased her. Caroline pouted and tossed the dress into the reject pile. Aralia
pulled on a blue strapless dress that stopped just below her bottom and then
some thigh high black boots. She stood in front of the mirror and tossed her
hair, admiring herself.
    “This is the one. What do you
think, Caroline?” Aralia asked.
    “You look awesome, Aralia. My blue
dangling earrings would go so great with that outfit, do you want to borrow
them? I can bring them with me tomorrow.” Caroline offered.
    “The ones you wore to 80’s night at
the bar a few weeks ago? Hell yeah, I could rock those in this outfit. Damn, I
look good.” She smiled confidently at herself in the mirror.  
    Caroline was jealous of her, she
wished she felt that confident in everything she did and wore. She knew she was
beautiful but she couldn’t help but feel a little bit insecure sometimes when
she was