Beautifully Imperfect

Déjà vu

It was her chaos that made her beautiful. ” ― Atticus
Honey

I was sitting In a towel on my bed relaxing before I got ready and trying unsuccessfully not to think about the man who came into my bakery sighing I flopped backwards on the bed and let my head dangle over the edge of the bed my calico cat Evelyn came into my room with eyes as green as emeralds, her fur a patchwork quilt of white, orange, and black  when she saw me she ran over and started licking my face laughing I sat up she jumped up on my bed following me I scratched her behind her ear .
“How was your day?” I asked her she meowed back at me before curling up on her favorite pillow and falling asleep she made me want to join her but I had plans I couldn’t cancel and I had tomorrow and Sunday off I would be able to sleep in and relax I was looking forward to my uninterrupted sleep until then getting up I tossed my towel in the hamper before going into my walk-in closet and pursuing my choices hmm I wanted simple, sexy and comfortable a tall order but I could manage I decided on a  black dress with a form-fitting silhouette, plunging neckline, with a side slit it said sophisticated and alluring. I left my hair down it my thick curls haloed my head and around my face I added some gold eye shadow and black eyeliner giving me an exotic look I grabbed my purse and a few other things I might need for the evening before I slipped on my gold stilettos and headed out the door I only paused long enough to lock it behind me before I headed to the elevator, I rode it to the lobby before stepping outside into the warm June air where my driver Roberto was waiting for me  for the evening waited by a black Lexus . His  smooth mocha skin gleamed under the street lamp he wore his curly black close-cropped he had cut it since I’d last seen him he was impeccably dressed as usual  in a black suit and tie, his posture erect, his expression calm and professional.

“Good evening Ms. Honey, how are you feeling this evening?” he asked as he opened the back door for me.
“I’m well, thank you how are you and your family doing?’ I asked getting inside he shut my door and got inside before he answered.
“My wife is pregnant again and our son will be starting fourth grade this year” I could hear the happiness ring in every word he truly loved his wife Sofia and his son Philip I loved seeing the love and commitment he had for his family in this world those things seemed so rare which was sad.
“Congratulations! Do you know if it’s a boy or girl?” I would have to get Sophia a gift and Phillip so he didn’t feel left out and because he was so stinking adorable though he preferred to be called handsome of course.

“Grazie, no not yet we won’t know for a few more weeks”  I nodded
“I wish your wife and unborn child  a healthy pregnancy” I said she was very sweet and she had lost a child before they had tried again and given birth to Phillip it had cut her deep I prayed this was one went smooth and easy for her Roberto looked in the rear view mirror at me and gave me a solemn nod.

“That is most appreciated I will tell Sophia as well” I nodded and settled back in my seat when the light turned green and he continued on the club was about fifteen minutes away I closed my eyes I could use a quick nap before I arrived I was looking forward to tonight despite my tiredness this was one of my ways to distress and unwind after a long week and the owner called me and said I could come on any weekend of my choosing so when I had an opportunity I took it I honestly didn’t have much of a social life I preferred to keep to myself I had a few friends and one really good friend I considered a sister we had been tight since the third grade I wish she could have come out tonight but she was on a mini vacation with her boyfriend until next weekend I would call her tomorrow to check in I thought as I dozed off.

“Soulmates aren’t the ones who make you happiest, no. They’re instead the ones who make you feel the most. Burning edges and scars and stars. Old pangs, captivation and beauty. Strain and shadows and worry and yearning. Sweetness and madness and dreamlike surrender. They hurl you into the abyss. They taste like hope.” ― Victoria Erickson