Chapter 2

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Chapter 2

Daphne's POV

I woke up early the next morning realizing I had dreamt of Luke. I quickly dismissed it and focused on the nerves of what the day held for me. I brushed my teeth and put on my make-up. I slipped on my black skirt, a navy blue blouse and my black heels. I left my hair loose and natural. The loose curls now hung past my shoulders and on my back. I dug for a familiar shape in my back pack. Once I discovered it, I pulled it out. It was the small wooden jewelry box my mom had given me when my dad died. He had given it to her on their one year anniversary. He'd carved it himself. I opened it and pulled out my mom's pearls. I touched each bead and then carefully placed it around my neck. I put on the matching earrings.

 I looked at myself in the mirror and saw my mom in me. I never thought I looked like her. She always said I looked exactly like my father, with his hazel eyes and perfect nose. I always knew that I was exactly like my mom inside. I was sometimes stubborn, always strong-willed, and even if I hate to admit it, I was very passionate and hard working. Everything I do, I take pride in. I am so much like my mom. One thing she had that I don't is bravery. I've always been shy and kept to myself most of the time. I don't have many friends. Luke is the only “real” friend I have.

 Glenda walked in just as I was applying my lip gloss. She was dressed in a charcoal gray pant suit. She saw me and said, “You look nice Daphne. I can't believe how much you look like your mom sometimes.” I smiled. I needed to hear that. She then asked, “Are you ready?” “Yes maim.” “Ok good. I'll get my keys and we can stop for breakfast on the way to the attorney's office.” “Sounds good. I'll wait for you by the car.”

 I walked outside into the sunlit day and soaked in the warm sun that stroked my face with its long soft rays. I was so preoccupied with the beautiful day that I didn't see Luke's car pull up. He got out and I looked at him with a puzzled expression. He chuckled lightly and said, “I thought you might need some moral support.” I smiled and hugged him inhaling his cologne discreetly. “Thanks Luke. I can't believe you came.” I then looked down at his apparel and said, “Wow. You clean up well.” He blushed. “Thanks. I wanted to be here for you. You're my best friend.” I hugged him again and Glenda walked out. “What are you doing here Luke?” “Hey Glenda. Is it ok if I come along? I want to be here for Daf.” “Yea it's no problem. Jump in.”

 I got in the backseat with Luke. Glenda looked at me through the rear view mirror. I wasn't sure how to interpret her glance. Luke put his arm around me and I laid my head on his shoulder. This is how we always were. It was comfortable.

 Glenda stopped at a taco joint and picked up some breakfast tacos. Luke and I ate in silence. Every once in a while he'd ask how I was. We finally got to the attorney's office and we all got off the car. I took a deep breath and we walked in.

 Luke was right by my side. Glenda led the way. We got in the elevator and reached the 4th floor. We found suite 429 and rang the bell. A woman's voice came on and asked, “How may I help you?” Glenda replied, “We have an 8:00 appointment with Ms. Parker.” “Yes is this the Melendez case?” “Yes that’s  us.” “I'll beep you in.” A small beep came over and the door unlocked.

 Luke opened the door for us and Glenda and I walked in. We went to who I assumed the woman over the speakers desk and she told us to go to conference room 2. We found it easily and walked in. There was a young woman who I assumed was the attorney and an older woman I'd never seen before.

The woman stared at me. I looked at Luke and he grabbed my hand. I held on to it tight and he squeezed it in response as we walked to the large table. Luke pulled a chair out for me and I sat down across from the older woman and Glenda across from the attorney. Luke sat down next to me, then grabbed my hand from my lap and squeezed it again giving me a little confidence.

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