Page 67 of Pillow Talk
‘Honey, rich people are work. Super rich people like the Harpers are nightmarish work. Now, we need to talk about something else,’ Felicity said.
Shona raised an eyebrow.
‘Don’t you think it’s time you rented space for your own design studio? Brides will want the whole experience during their fitting. Your work on its own is worth it, but a space would be a perk,’ she said.
‘I actuallyhavebeen researching it,’ Shona replied.
Felicity clapped her hands together.
‘I love it when we’re on the same page. I would have offered you space here but it’s an office. No one wants to try on a wedding dress in an office,’ she said.
Shona smiled. Felicity was so kind.
‘It’s okay. I’m going to get a space soon.’
Three hours later, Shona was back home and scrolling through an online food delivery app when the doorbell rang.
Sen. Ruffled hair, no jacket and a sheepish smile.
‘Hey,’ he said.
She stepped aside and let him in.
He ran his fingers through his hair – a gesture so familiar to Shona that she almost anticipated him doing it. What wasn’t familiar was the slight hesitancy in his words: ‘I want you to know that this is crazy and I don’t know how you’re going to react, but I have to do it.’
Confusion replaced her smile.
‘A cousin is getting married next weekend. Would you accompany me to the wedding?’
He said it so fast that she almost didn’t hear it. But she did.
She didn’t say anything. She just looked closely at him. And then laughed.
‘Sen, you’re crazy. I’m ordering food. What do you want?’ She moved past him to sit on the couch, but he grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer.
‘I’m serious, babe,’ he said.
‘Babe?’ She shrieked with laughter.
‘Dammit Shona. You’re not making this easy. Just go to thisstupid wedding with me.’
She pursed her lips together to avoid laughing and simply shook her head.
‘Please.’
She sighed.
‘Fine, I’ll go with you,’ she replied, the corners of her mouth curling with amusement.
‘Why couldn’t you have just agreed when I first asked?’
‘I wanted to be called babe,’ she teased and began to giggle.
He scowled, pulled out his phone and started typing.
‘I’m ordering the food. You just sit there and be quiet,’ he said.
She pretended to zip her mouth, but laughter danced in her eyes.
