Design for love

parts of regret and confusion. What on earth had possessed me to hand ove

t. Giving her free rein with my card w

said smugly as she sipped on the matcha latte that I was p

ow some restraint, maybe pick out two or three office outfits and call it a day. Instead, I n

it up accusingly. "You know I plan on keeping this job for as long as pos

sofa and rummaged through the mess, tossing stockings at my

mind me to never let y

's endless boutiques for hours, hunting for clothes that she'd ultimately decide were "not quite her taste", which was cod

irts, blouses, maybe a bold pantsuit for special occasions. Instead, her haul incl

these cute ankle boots on sale, but the saleslady gave me a nasty look, so I ditched them and

onal look. For starters she was bald (thanks to a recent drunken night), she had tattoo sleeves on both arms, she had dyed her eyebrows a striking blonde and let's not forg

t-looking pencil skirt that actually met my expectations; knee-le

doubt heading for my fridge. "By t

ll focused on salvaging us

know I hate crackers." She wrinkled her nose. "Anyway, Rowan called. He said it was a mistake, but I knew darn well it wasn't. And th

the last froot loops, whose turn was it to go grocery shopping (which Rowan always handled anyway). Arguments were their love language. But every so often,

claimed to love despite my doubts. That's why I'd tasked her with shopping for me, a d

ring the scowl she threw my way. "Then you'll be

and cheese please and make sure it's hot. Last time you ordered us pizza it was cold and tasted gross." She grimaced a

r the chaotic pile of clothes Julia had left me with. I stared at the orange scarf again and sighed. I