“Lady, get the hell out of my cab. Now!” The driver glared at me through the rearview mirror.
“Not yet.” I clung to the door handle. “I am having a severe mental moment.”
“That’s exactly why I want you out.” He pointed out the window. “I’ve had enough of you talking to yourself back there.”
“It’s not my fault my car wouldn’t start this morning,” I said. “It’s only three years old, and?—”
“You don’t really drive it anywhere. I know.”
“Then two brides cancelled their upcoming weddings within the same hour this morning.”
“I know that, too.” He groaned. “There’s either something in the water, or some guy named Ashy Rooks is involved.”
“Asher Brooks.” I corrected him. “No one would ever name their child Ashy…I think. Do you think?”
“I think I’m about five seconds from calling the police on you.”
“Okay, I’ll get out if you answer one question.”
“I already have the answer.” He turned around to face me. “Yes. We should bring back asylums, and you should be the first patient.”
“That’s…not my question.”
“It should be.”
“Do you think anyone will notice that I’m so frazzled that I forgot to get out of my pajamas?”
“No.” He shook his head. “A grown-ass woman walking around in a Pokémon onesie won’t be noticeable at all.”
“Okay, great.” I smiled. “Thank you for being honest.”
“Anytime.” He smiled back. “Out.”
I grabbed my binders and pushed the door open.
The moment I stepped out, he sped off without waiting for me to slam it shut.
Shrugging, I walked onto the sidewalk, and within seconds I was met with double takes and weird glances.
So, that cabbie LIED to me?
I rushed down the block to what I hoped would turn my day around. My mom’s shop: Heavenly Gowns & Angel Dresses.
As a former fashion house seamstress, my mother had connections with the best designers, and she could alter anything to make it look exclusive.
I didn’t typically go with my clients when they picked out their dress, and I tried not to push them toward my mother’s shop since it was a conflict of interest, but Michelle was more than worthy of an exception.
I rushed up the steps and pressed the doorbell, waiting for its signature whistling chime.
The door swung open, welcoming me into a world of beautiful marble floors and a long hallway full of white puffy dresses.
“Well, well, well.” My mother pulled me into a hug—then leaned back and blinked. “Katie…why are you dressed like Pikachu?”
“It’s been a long morning.”
“I can see that. We’ll discuss your life choices later.”
“Are you here to finally pick a dress of your own, or is this appointment strictly for Michelle?”
