I place the open house signs on the lawn and do one final inspection of the house, I check the cookie dough scented candles are all lit and open all the binds to let in as much natural light as I can.
I check the bow on my scarf and that all my buttons are straight, it's feels like something is missing but I can't place my finger on it.
It could be that I miss my best friend, or that I seem to have doubled my boyfriends.
I check my emails quickly and to my surprise I have a a reply from Lucy, my heart skips a beat in my rush to open it up.
Oh Thea....
Let me make something clear from the get go.
You, my amazing and beautiful best friend are in no way possible, a ho.
Ever.
I cannot stress this enough.
And secondly,
Are you fucking serious?!
Are you as blindsided by this as I am?
I need details, fuck, I need the pictures if you have them.
Really, pictures would be great, because I'm having a hard time recalling what Jerome looks like and I need proper visuals.
But most importantly, you don't need me, you need your gut.
Thea Lockhart has the most trustworthy intuition I've ever encountered, you are my moral compass, my beacon of all that is good in this word.
You and Donny are tight, you two are everything I could wish for, you are a team.
A strong one.
Relationships are not circles or squares, they are fluid and they change and evolve almost constantly. If Jerome makes both you and Donny happy right now, then fuck it... literally. Enjoy this phase of your relationship and trust each other.
After all, this may not last, it may be over in a blink and all you have left of this time is your memories.
Make good memories, Thea.
Make them memorable enough to last a lifetime.
P.S I'm maybe kinda sitting in the airport right now waiting to board my flight.
You know how I've always wanted to hike Nepal? No, neither did I, but I'm doing it and I'm going to make some memories of my own.
And yes, my yoga technique is fucking on point.
You should see me bend.
Seriously though, don't tell Myles, that ship has so fucking sailed.
What?!
Nepal?!
No!!!
No, she's not allowed to leave me.
I read and reread the email ten times just to make sure I've read it right.
"Hello? Are we early?" A female voice calls out and I place my phone in my pocket abruptly.
"Not at all, I was just checking the weather, hoping the sun would show its face, never mind... please come on through. Isn't this foyer to die for?" I beam my professional smile and open my arms to welcome the small group through.
"Why yes, it's stunning... would you look at the details in the mouldings" a woman who clearly is the matriarch of the group takes the lead.
I have my target and I loop my arm through hers.
"Follow me" I beam at her.
The ranch style home is actually perfect, nothing as nice as my own Californian style bungalow with its high end restorations and the rear extension that was done by the previous owner. Here I need to sell the original features and the possibilities for future growth.
But I'm good at my job and the first group are eating out of my hand, because I'm so good, I plan the next group to arrive five minutes before I expect the first tour to end, just so everyone sees the competition they're up against.
It helps to loosen up the purse strings.
The next group are clearly flippers, the three young men only need me show them how little they need to do to turn a profit.
