Page 113 of Five Days to Be Mine
Jenny and I exchange a glance and laugh.
We start packing up the tools and I snap several pics of the brightly coloured starburst.
I know it might not be the first thing you think of when you hear “magic,” but I needed to do something fast and simple.
The unicorn pieces that are inside, along with Jenny’s tabletop sculpture, complete the theme.
Besides, Wendy approved the sketches, and she loves the end result. Keeping my client happy is what matters.
“That was so much fun. Wendy is so much shorter in real life,” Jenny says. Picking up a toolbox and carrying it to my car.
“She surprised me the first time I met her in person.” I smile, taking the toolbox from her and putting in the trunk with the others.
Jenny shuffles her feet, glances down at me. “I'm sure you have plans, but do you want to grab lunch?”
I close the trunk and turn to her.
I don’t have plans right now.
Evan texted me earlier to wish me a happy Valentine’s Day and that he’d see me tonight, so beyond going back to the studio, I’m free.
“I could do lunch,” I tell her.
We had been going at it since seven this morning.
“What about the noodle house on Dunsmuir Street?”
“Yes, perfect! See you there.”
Jenny waves and gets in her car.
My phone buzzes while I’m driving with a text from my sister-in-law with a bunch of heart emojis.
I hum as I drive, knowing that I’m going to have to tell my family about Evan sooner rather than later.
Nerves settle low in my belly, but it’s the excited kind.
I know they’ll be happy for me and Miranda will want all the details.
I can’t help but grin huge, thinking of the details I'm going to keep to myself.
I park next to Jenny’s car and get out.
“Thanks for doing this,” Jenny says.
“Lunch is a good idea.” I hold the door open for her and then step into the tiny restaurant.
It smells amazing and my stomach is rumbling, telling me I need more than a half a bagel and a yoghurt cup.
We find a table by the window in the back and sit across from each other.
A waiter comes over with water and menus.
“Matt is working late tonight. I guess I wanted to celebrate the first job I did that wasn’t with the Wilsons.”
“Cheers to that,” I say, clinking my water glass against hers.
Jenny smiles, flipping her blonde hair off her shoulder. “I’m so happy for you, Mara. The new studio is incredible.”
