Fake The Floor Plan Until You Make It (Or Before She Realises What Is Going On)
Day 175 of The Andie Chronicles
Pulling at the sheets, I didn't know what I should do.
Do I pretend to know the layout of this apartment as well as I do? Do I act like I haven't seen the sunrise from this magnificent view of Melbourne? Am I meant to be a first-time house guest?
Taylor and I had spoken about our relationship, or lack thereof. No one knew anything about how close we were, especially GG. But now, waking up in Taylor's spare bedroom, GG knew I was here. She insisted I stay when instead of leaving me alone at Crown to find a car to get home.
I expected her to knock on the door any minute, sit on the edge of my bed and play the ever-gracious hostess.
Instead of waiting, I quickly rose, found the white dress I hung in the guest walk-in and ventured into the bathroom. I looked horrible; I thought I had taken all my make-up off last night, but there were still traces of lipstick up my cheek and eyeliner down my nose. Impressive, I thought, how I managed to get it everywhere.
Staring at my white figure in the mirror, I analysed the fabric. It was stretched across in weird places and plain as hell. Boring. Unromantic. Nothing you would remember you had in your closet or cared to wear again. The fabric wasn't even keeping its shape, for crying out loud.
It's now what I wanted for my brand. And as for this cheap, forgettable crap? No, thank you. I wondered how the dress would look if I cut down the side, moved the hemline and put an edgy yet feminine motif across it.
As I started to play with it, I heard GG's voice. "Andie, are you awake?"
"Bathroom," I yelled, quickly splashing more water on my face. "Do you happen to have a toothbrush spare?"
GG beamed. It was like she had been waiting for this day. "Yes, of course. Just in the drawer here, everything you need."
Clearly, she had been spending too long on Pinterest because the drawer looked like a catalogue for travel minis. Rows of miniature shampoo bottles, soaps, razors, toothbrushes and paste, and disposable hairbrushes, which I had no idea even existed.
"Use whatever you like. Taylor is just fixing coffee. You want one?"
I love Taylor's coffee; he always knows the correct rations and temperatures for the perfect latte. I couldn't say the private thought out loud, of course. "Yes, that would amazing. I'll be out in a sec."
It was after twelve when I got home, and my hangover was in full force. I didn't think having a white hangover, suffering from plain overload, was possible. Alas, here I was.
Entering my bedroom, I found my track pants and my oversized wrestling t-shirt from GCWW and put them on. This felt like comfort, like home wrapped around my body, like Cooper holding me.
Climbing into my bed, I pulled my notebook from under the carefully placed stack of clothes on my desk and started sketching.
Then, as the design took form, I pulled my work iPad from my nightstand and transferred it to the digital format. I spent the entire afternoon perfecting the design, making pedantic adjustments, and pouring love and adoration into every stroke.
Then, as the need for dinner arose, I sent my design to a custom printing place. To see how it would look on my body.
To see if it could trump my little white tribute.
To see if I could really bring Highway to life.
You’re reading The Andie Chronicles, the 2023 romance-fiction series from the 1 Lovelock Drive (1LD) universe.
By the way, this all started when Andie turned thirty-five, and her then-boyfriend didn’t call her.
Or the day after that.
Or the day after that, too.
Everything started to unravel when her BFFs got into bed with her ex, too… ⬇️ ⬇️ ⬇️
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