The Broken Ones

Epilogue

"How do I look?" Alesia asked Frankie. Alesia stood in front of the full-length mirror in her room. She was dressed in black slacks, a little pink button up shirt, and a black blazer. Her shoulder-length brown hair had been scraped back into a high ponytail, and she was wearing natural looking makeup.

"You look fine," Frankie told her. Frankie stood in the doorway of the bedroom leading against the doorframe.

After graduating from university Frankie and Alesia decided to move into an apartment in the city together.

"I spent over three years writing this book what if she doesn't like it?" Alesia whined.

"It's a bestseller, Lesie," Frankie reminded her. "I doubt her opinion matters."

"What if she just thinks I'm just a stupid teenager," Alesia stressed.

"Lesie, you'll be twenty-two in a mouth. You stopped being a teenager a while ago."

"You know what I mean," Alesia pointed out.

"Alesia, look at me," Frankie told her. Alesia turned away from the mirror to look at her friend. "You wrote a bestselling novel and a magazine want to interview you for an article. This is a significant opportunity. Stop stressing so much."

"I guess you're right," Alesia admitted.

"Remember we are having dinner tonight with Hannah, Aiden, Valeriana and Johnny to celebrate."

"Don't people usually have drinks to celebrate?" Alesia asked.

"Yes, but you don't drink remember." Frankie reminded her. "Do you think Johnny will propose soon? He and Valeriana have been dating for two years now."

Alesia shrugged. "Maybe."

"By the way, you may need to find a new roommate soon."

"Why?" Alesia asked.

"Hannah and I have been dating for a year now." Frankie reminded her. "We might be moving in together soon."

"Really it's already been that long."

Frankie nodded. "Time moves fast." She comment. "And you need to be leaving now, or you'll be late for the interview.

"Okay, see you tonight," Alesia told her, and she left the apartment.

As Alesia drove to the magazine's office, she felt the nerves returning. "Calm down," she told her. "You can do this."

She parked her car outside and entered the building. She stopped by the receptions as she walked in. A middle age woman was sited behind the desk typing away at the computer.

"Hello," Alesia said. The women looked up at her. "My name is Alesia Floros, and I'm here to see Marina Padilla," she told them in a voice that sounded more confident than she felt.

"We have been expecting you," the receptionist replied. "I'll have one of the interns show you the way." The women turned around to look at one of the other people behind the desk. "Oscar, can you show Alesia to Marina's office."

A man around Alesia's age looked up from the paperwork he was sorting through. "Of course, Francine," he replied. He turned to look at Alesia. "Follow me," he told her as he walked towards the lifts.

He stopped at the two closed lifts and pressed the up button. It didn't take long for a lift to be ready. The two entered it, and Oscar pressed the button for level four. "You're the Alesia Floros that wrote A Broken Girl, right?" he asked her.

"Yep," Alesia replied. "That's me."

"I haven't read it yet, but my girlfriend loved it. She cried for days after reading," he told her.