Good morning, gentlemen, today is video day. Don’t forget to be there at the time you signed up for to make this run smoothly. I have a camera crew setting up, starting at nine thirty. See you all later.
I put my phone down and take a bite of my egg when my phone buzzes. I look down to see Kirby has answered me privately. I know it’s him because he is the only one who I stored under Bachelor Auction.
Bachelor Auction:
Not sure if it matters or not, but the guys moved around their times. Here is the revised copy. See you at three.
I look at the list, seeing he’s the last one for the day. I respond to his text.
Me:
Thank you. See you then.
I finish eating my breakfast before heading back to the bathroom. Pulling the towel from my hair, I apply leave-in conditioner in it. It takes me an hour to do my hair and makeup before I walk into my closet and pick up the skirt he tossed to the side. I hold it in my hand for a couple of minutes before I open the closet and put it back inside. Even though I know I can never wear it with him, I don’t want to donate it. I push it to the back of the closet before closing it and heading over to my pants.
I move the hangers across the rod until I settle on a pair of dark-blue pants. Shedding my robe, I then slip the pants on. I walk over to the blouse closet, grabbing a blue silk one with long sleeves, and a sash around my neck to tie into a bow. I tuck it in and button the blue button with the silver ring around it. The blue of the shirt makes my blue eyes pop even more. I’m the only one of the three of us who got the blue eyes. My sister, Zara, has green eyes exactly like my mother, and Matty, my brother, is the stamp of my father with brown hair and brown eyes. I smile thinking of them and missing them a little bit more today.
I tuck my hair behind my ears before sliding on my royal-blue shoes with a chunky heel. Nothing too high since I’ll probably be standing the whole time. When I pull up to the hospital, I reach over and grab the two shopping bags I have on the passenger seat.
I move my hip to the side to slam the door shut before walking into the hospital, heading straight for the office set up for the fundraising committee. I open the office door and put my purse down on the desk before turning back toward the conference room, where the camera crew is setting up.
“Good morning,” I greet them as I see the cameraman adjusting the height of his camera. “I brought snacks.” I put the bags that are in my hands on top of the table, taking the boxes out of the bags and setting them up. “I got some pastries and some muffins,” I tell them. “There is juice and water as well.” I take the bottles out of the second bag. “Please help yourself.”
I nod at them before going back into the office to print out the time sheet Kirby sent me. I print it out, along with some of the questions that I’m going to ask them. I walk back into the room and see the camera guy and the sound guy in the corner having pastries and an orange juice. “Thank you all so much for doing this. I’m going to spend about twenty to thirty minutes with each guy, asking them questions. If you can just let the tape run the whole time, we’ll edit it later.”
“You’re the boss,” the camera guy says. I smile at him as the knock on the door has me turning to see Darryl there.
“I’m here,” he announces and I smile as I take him in, wearing his golf attire.
“Coming or going?” I move my finger up at his outfit and he laughs.
“The guys decided that we’d play a round today,” he says, shaking his head. “I should have said no when the tee time was fucking five thirty.”
“What?” I ask, shocked. “I thought the earliest you can get is six thirty.”
“Yeah, unless you are Kirby, who knows someone and he did him a favor.” He shakes his head, and I can’t help but laugh. “Half the guys are still there.”
“Isn’t that nice bonding,” I joke with him and he glares at me.
“It’s fine playing against the football guys, but you play against Kirby and it’s…” he states and my stomach flutters for a split second. “His swing is insane and you know he can putt like a motherfucker.”
“Good to know.” I put my hands in my pockets. “There is water and juice if you want, and we’ll get started when you are ready.”
“Let’s get this over with,” he says, sitting on the stool set up in front of a green screen. “Let’s get me a B.”
I laugh at him. “I don’t know if we should use that letter anymore,” I joke with him. It takes me twenty-two minutes of asking him questions before he gets up and walks out of the room. The next bachelor is waiting to take his place. I stand as I listen to their answers, rolling my eyes a few times and then shaking my head more times than normal.
Cheryl comes in to check on things and then rushes out. I see some of the players stopped by the janitor as they leave. He tries to talk to them and they smile and hold up their hands before rushing out of the hospital.
Kirby walks in with ten minutes to spare and the stool is ready. He’s wearing golf attire also. “Hi,” he greets, running his hands through his hair, “hope it’s okay I’m early.”
“More than okay. We are ready for you,” I tell him. “Do you want a coffee or a juice before we start?”
“No, thank you.” He holds up his hand. “I just finished lunch with the guys.” I smile at him. “It was supposed to be one game and then they doubled down. Good news is, I have money to bid on some items at the fundraiser next week.”
“Did you trick them?” I ask him.
“Me?” He puts his hand to his chest. “I would never do that. It’s not my fault they assumed I didn’t know how to play golf.” He walks over and he’s the first one who introduces himself to the camera guy, even sharing a handshake. “Make me look pretty.” He winks at him as he sits down.
