Chapter 1
Kate’s POV. “I just finished a long day planning a wedding seating arrangement for three hundred and fifty guests for the Jarvis wedding” I sigh as I talked to my friend Monia Vietro on the hands-free headset of phone while I walk to my jeep. It’s her birthday and she wanted me to go out with her to celebrate. “Oh, come on, Kate, I always go out with you,” she drawled on. “You always say you’re too busy.” She continued to harp on. “Oh my god, okay, fine,” I give in. “I’ll go out with you and be a third damn wheel to you and your boyfriend,” I say rather sharply. “Aw, you know it’s not going to be like that, Kate, I would really like to see you. It has been too long, “she said with a sigh. “Okay, text me when and where, and I’ll be there,” I said, and we said our goodbyes. I have known Monia for over eight years. We worked together in a different hotel. We had been through so much together over the years, Monia coming to me for relationships advice, we cried and laughed together and we became best friends, or like Monia says, we are like sisters from another mister. Her boyfriend Evan Rasen is a fine dining chef in one of the high-end restaurants in town owned by a friend of my sister Bree. They met through mutual friends and have been together for over a year. As I got into my car, my phone beeped, a message from Monia with the details of where and when her party was on.
I started my car and drove to my sister’s place. Bree was baking when I walked into the house. “Hey, how was your day?” She said as she opened the oven to pop in her baking tray. “Oh, alright, finally got the Jarvis’ to decide on their seating plan,” I answered as I opened the fridge to see if I could find something worth eating. We made more small talk about our day and I left to go grocery shopping. My sister was an outstanding baker and cook. She owned her own restaurant in the town and did really well with it. Her husband Daniel Roth owned his own law firm. They met when he came into her restaurant as it had just opened and they haven’t looked back since. I grabbed my groceries and paid. I headed home and cooked myself something to eat. I grab a shower and head to bed; I feel so exhausted from the day I had and fall asleep instantly.
I was off work for the next two days, and I was supposed to be meeting with Monia and her brother Edgar for coffee. I dragged myself out of bed and went into the bathroom to take care of my morning routine. I got dressed and texted Monia that I was on the way and headed out to meet with my friend. I walked to the town and met Monia sitting outside the café in the sun with her brother and her boyfriend. She had already ordered my coffee. “Hey bitch” I called out to her as I approached with a smile on my face. “Hey yourself,” she laughed as I sat down and joined into the conversation. We talked about her birthday plans, what Evan was going to get her, and all of the people she had invited, some of our old workers, some new people I never heard of and some of Evan’s friends. We agreed to meet at her place to get dressed and have a few drinks before heading out to meet with everyone else. I go into the café to grab another coffee for takeaway and bid my friends farewell until later.
I walked to a few clothing stores to see if I could find something to wear for tonight as most of my wardrobe at home was full of work clothes. After a few hours, I went home with three outfits and some accessories to match. I looked at the clock and cursed out loud “Shit I better get over to Monia’s.” I grabbed a quick shower and got dressed. I called a cab because there was no way in hell I was going to try and run in these heels.
I got to Monia’s house, and I rang the doorbell. She shouted that the door was opened and I went inside. “Girl, why are you not dressed?” I yelled from the bottom of the stairs, tapping my foot. “I can’t decide what the fuck to wear” she shouted from her bedroom. I walked upstairs and down the hall to her bedroom. “Oh, for Christ’s sake,” I sighed when I walked in, as she turned around standing there in just her bra and underwear.
“Did you actually wait until I came over to fucking dress you?” I said with a raised eyebrow. “It’s my birthday, and I always like what you pick for me to wear.” She pouted. I began to dig through her wardrobe and found her a great outfit to complement all her assets. She was my height with large breasts, tiny waist, and big ass. The dress I had chosen for her was blue with a hint of purple hue, the top of the dress showed some cleavage but was still modest and tucked in just under her breasts and floated down just over the knee. I pulled out a bag and shoes to match her outfit. “You should go into fashion, babe,” Monia said as she checked herself in the mirror. I rolled my eyes as I called a cab, and we went downstairs and had a few drinks while we waited. We got in the cab and told the driver where we were going. Monia told me that Evan had to work and he was going to meet us in the club when he finished.
