“It’s time for the perfect façade he’s built to come crashing down anyway.”
“You’ll be smack-dab in the middle of the church drama tomorrow.”
“I have to clock in, but don’t worry about me. I can handle it.”
“Okay. Call if you need me.”
“Wait a sec. Can you text me Dominic’s cell?”
“What for?”
“To thank him for the Beacon Trinity.”
“He gave you a cell phone?”
“Yeah, assumed you knew. It came in the mail yesterday.”
“No, he didn’t say anything.”
“Gotta go. Send the number. Bye.”
As suspected, the devil has a heart of gold.
“Sunrise Plaza or Chaplin Ridge?” I ask, staring at Mia’s animated features on my cell phone.
We need to find a place to live, but Mia’s diva complex is making it beyond difficult. She’s vetoed a dozen apartments. My rear end is numb from sitting at the table for so long.
“It’s superhard to choose,” she whines, poking out her bottom lip.
“We’ll end up homeless if you don’t quit being picky,” I chide.
“Which one has the washer and dryer inside the unit?” she asks.
“Chaplin.”
“And the other one has the walk-in closet and dishwasher?”
“Yep, and both have swimming pools.”
“I’ve always dreamed of having a walk-in closet.” She sighs. “But I need the convenience of a washer and dryer.”
“At Sunrise, the laundry room is on the ground level of the building. May not be in the apartment but still convenient.”
“I’m too lazy to go all the way down there,” Mia grumbles.
“Keep in mind, these apartments will not be on the market forever, and we need to move in by August.” Her indecision is giving me whiplash.
“Fine. Sunrise it is.”
“Great. I’ll call the leasing consultant on Monday.”
“Okay, on to more fun topics. I’ve created an itinerary for your visit.”
“I’m very afraid.”
“You should be.”
“Let me hear it.”
