Ave Michaels is an out-and-proud cynical romantic who never had her heart broken (considering she has to fall in love first.)
That is until, in order to get published, she has to prove she's a versatile writer by writing a romance novel.
Throw in a...
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"In Which Reality is Blessed with Savage Friends"
(Pt. 2)
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4:45 PM
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"So, I met with the editor-in-chief named"-
"Margaux Delamare!" Tia breathes, savoring each name like they're Timo's homemade chocolate truffles."Tell me, is she as amazing and well put-together as they all say?"
Brows raised and eyes hardened, I mumble through tightly-pressed lips, "Oh, she's put-ta-gether*, alright. A real dragon lady who likes to spread terror and fear to everyone around her, dismisses them like they're nothing while demanding their respect like it's her god-given right. Oh, wait" - I snap my fingers - "she sounds a lot like my aunts. No wonder she felt so familiar."
"Ahh, yes," Tia mutters. "Continue, please."
"Travers sent her a draft of this story I'm working on. She didn't like it one bit. I had to show her another draft I made and she thinks, despite the immature structure of the prose and callow tone, it has 'potential'" - I air-quote- "So, now she's baiting me by having me participate in their biannual writing competition!"
I drop my head, face flat on the table, and silently huff. Just thinking about that evil smug look on her holier-than-thouface pisses me off.
Tia's face stretches into a wide dazzling smile, her hand pressed to her chest. "One of the amazing women I look up to told that to my friend. I could just cry. I don't think I've ever been proud to be called your friend."
Okay, ouch! I shoot her a dark look. After everything I've just said, that's the only thing she picked up.
"But the thing is, in order to qualify for a spot, I need to revise - more like potentially sabotage - the entire story and turn it into a romance novel, " I bury my face into my hands with a helpless groan.
No sooner after the sound of a pin drop that pandemonium erupts, and my friends are all wheezing from an endless round of laughter.
Tia wipes a tear from one eye, still shaking from laughter. "No really, Ave. What did she say?"
I frown, not understanding the absurdity in my statement. "That's just it. I wasn't kidding."
This sobers her up. "Blast it!" Tia curses under her breath. "Why, Ave?"
My jaw drops for the fifth - or was it sixth? - time today as I gawk at everyone in our booth.
"You" - I sputter - "act like there's been a death in the family, and I caused it."
