Annabelle didn't wake till 9:30. Which was not the latest she had woken this week. She didn't have a lot of reasons to get up early and would stay up late staring at her phone or just staring into space in existential dread. She knew it was time to snap out of her little break from life, but was lacking motivation to get her shit together.
As she reached for her phone on the bedside table her hand touched Stella's business card. Annabelle picked up her phone and searched the profile on Instagram. It didn't tell her much about Stella herself, just a business profile. She searched her name on Facebook, finding a profile with a picture of Stella with her son as a baby, but all the information was set to private.
Annabelle made herself get up and went and showered. What the fuck do I wear? She asked herself, why am I meeting this woman? Do I want to date her or ask her for a job? Annabelle felt daunted by either possibility. What if she gave her a job and then decided she did want to date her? Would Stella still like me once she's seen how useless I am?
Annabelle decided to wear her only non ripped pair of black jeans and a red plaid shirt. She put on just a little make up, not as much eyeliner as she normally would for a date, and brushed her hair back. She put on her expensive perfume that she only wore on special occasions but instantly regretted it when the smell reminded her of the last time she wore it. Shaking off the sinking feeling she got whenever she thought about the life she was trying to avoid Annabelle thought about Stella and caught herself smiling. Yep this is what I need.
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Stella and Annabelle
RomanceHard working, driven Stella was too busy with her career, running her side business and raising her son to worry about anything else. She didn't need anything else. Sure she had hoped she would have met the right woman before she settled down, but t...
