Page 95 of Wasted Oil

"Of course we have time for you. Please take your time.”

I give them a thank you and step into the trailer.

"This place is absolutely amazing girls,” I praise while looking at one side filled with shelves of graphic tee’s and two racks of boutique clothes and the other side filled with jewelry, but not your typical jewelry. They do permanent jewelry. I’ve always been so intrigued by these, seeing them on socials.

I turn back facing them.

"I’m so sorry I didn’t ask your names.” I reach my hand out to shake their hands. Extending to the blonde first.

"I’m Keera." I give her a smile.

"I’m Sarah.” The brunette says with my hand in hers next. I pause then give her a wide smile. No matter where I go something always takes me to thoughts of him.

"It’s so lovely to meet you girls, I’ve only glanced but I’m already in love with what y'all built here.” I go to look at the collection of graphic tee’s, seeing tons that would have Alex probably buy them out. I move to the rack of clothes and find a pair of jeans that are my size and add them to the pile of purchases.

At check out I take notice they have transformed a dresser into a checkout counter. I see a mannequin in a black two piece set of a bralette and high waisted short shorts and a black blazer the length a little longer than the shorts with embroidered flowers filtering all over each item. Not just any flowers either. Lilies. Tulips. Honeysuckles. Marigolds. Daffodils. Daisies. The ones that stand out most of all are the ones that match my tattoo’s.

Dandelion’s in both forms. Each flower stitched in white.

I point behind them while they are bagging my current purchases up.

“How much for that?”

They both look in the same direction. When they face forward again they glance at each other with a hesitant response.

"Well that’s really something we both have been working on ourselves and it’s actually the first item that is our own.” Keera says nervously.

"We haven’t really priced it yet. We just got finished with the details last week.” Sarah adds. Without even a thought I bring my check book out. I didn’t even blink, filling it out. Seeing the look on both the girls' faces when they see my offer and the sparks that shine from their eyes tells me they weren’t expecting it, but I wasn’t done with my plea.

"I’ve been on the search for the outfit I plan to wear to the Southern Sorrow Rally in Nashville next month and that right there—” I gesture behind them again “— is everything and more.” They still are speechless but turn to look at each other filled with gratitude.

"We would be honored for you to wear our design.” Sarah says with joy behind her smile. Keera goes to undress the mannequin, placing the outfit into a dress bag.

I found it. It’s more than perfect.

Once placed in my hands, I myself now seem speechless. Before I turn and leave I go to reach the business cards,

“Are you girls busy on the last Saturday of May?”

Nine hours til showtime.

We’ve been at the stadium for the past three hours going through a quick run-through and now we are backstage in my dressing room. The band, myself, Alex, my brother, and Sailor have decided to dress low-key so we can sneak out to the stadium parking lot and enjoy all the festivities.

Well, the band and I dressed undercover so we could just fly under the radar and not tear away from those out there. As much as this is our moment we want it to feel like theirs as well.

“No goofing off, you guys. Be back here by 4:00 pm to get ready, don't make me come out there.” Layla says sternly with her phone glued to her cheek.

Seeing the parking lot brings a whole new meaning of amazed to my eyes. Everything for this day just keeps stunning me. We have one side of every option of food truck/tent set up possible. Thank you Shawn, and your absurd love for food. Speaking of, I see a turkey leg in one hand that’s being devoured and a plate of pie in the other. Laughing, I scan the lot over. He’s not here. I don’t know why I keep searching for Rhett.

An arm snakes through mine, hooking it from underneath making me stumble a little while walking.

“How are you feeling, rockstar bestie?” Alex says lightly so it’s only heard by me.

"I feel good, just kind of taking it all in.”

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