Sink Or Sell: A Romantic Comedy by Margaret Rose

Author:Margaret Rose [Rose , Margaret]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Hodson Press
Published: 2023-02-27T18:30:00+00:00

The red silk dress slips over my body like liquid, and I have to twist to zip the low back. I don’t need any kind of bra because this dress fits me like a glove, the empire band so tight it holds me in place. The deep V in the front is equal to the mirror image in back. Almost instantly, I’m ready to take on the tall order of representing Lorden’s this evening.

How did I get here? Five-year plan to Corporate derailed, fantasy love life shot dead before it ever took a breath, and I thought everything was a mess. But is it a mess, really? As I look into the same bathroom mirror in Gran’s house, I realize my bangs have settled in nicely. I have settled in nicely to this new chapter of my life. Do I want out?

In the past few weeks I’ve somehow almost seamlessly transitioned to selling and working as a stylist, as if this is what I was supposed to be doing all along. I love working with customers, and I love the fashion, the fabric, the craftsmanship, and the details.

Do I want more? Or does the General want more? I still want to travel, maybe Hawaii, maybe as a stylist. Maybe Corporate, but sitting at a desk all day is never what I really wanted.

Before I left, I popped down to Cosmetics and had Tamisha do my makeup again. The nude lip she used this time is a perfect complement to a bright blush on my cheeks and dark smoky eyes. I happily bought all the products with the generous amount of my paycheck I had leftover for the month.

What should I do with my hair? Lenny would know, but I don’t text him. Instead, I go with my gut and twist it up off my neck, securing it with a few bobby pins. I let my bangs hang fringy, drawing attention to my eyes.

The doorbell rings, right on time, as I’m clasping the watch from Declan on my wrist. The weight and opulence of it makes me feel ridiculously special. I try to shake the feeling of missing my dad. He never got to see me go to a school dance, never saw me dressed up for prom. I hope, in whatever mystical or spiritual way possible, that he sees me now.

The bell rings again just as I’m opening the door. “Patience is a virtue, Mr. Lorden.”

My breath nearly gives me away as I choke on a cough. Declan is in a navy blue tuxedo with a black lapel and a paper-crisp white button-down with tiny black buttons. I take him in from head to toe, every inch. The pants to the tux are cut so slim I can see the definition in his strong legs.

A fat watch sparkles on his wrist. It’s the same as mine, just a bigger version. “I was wrong,” he says.

“About tonight? Are you worried about the auction?” I clutch a small velvet bag of Gran’s filled only with necessities.

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