Echoes of Unrequited Love

Chapter 83

I glanced at the clock and casually asked, “Hey, Darren, can I swing by here and pick you up at seven tomorrow evening?”

Darren looked at me like I just grew a second head, then after a brief pause, he chuckled and said, “Sure, let’s roll with that.”

I mean, I felt kinda bad always bumming favors off him. Just got myself a new ride, so playing chauffeur was really no biggie, just going with the flow.

But there was something off about Darren’s tone.

After leaving the Youth Hostel, I immediately called Wallis.

As soon as she picked up, I heard heavy breathing on the other end. “What’s up, Xaviera?”

Realizing I might have caught her at a bad time, I plucked up the courage and said, “I need a full set of threads, the battle–dress kind.”

“Whoa there,” Wallis’s voice spiked, “With who?”

“Professor Yearwood,” I spilled the beans. “I’ll be at the soirée tomorrow night too.”

“Nice.” Wallis let out a thrilled yell, “Leave it to me, oh.”

A weird moan leaked through the phone.

sec,

this what they call the ‘thirsty thirties“?

the next day, looking

a good

a flirty glance and in a sing–song voice said, “You naughty thing,

saucy line.

nun. You know a woman’s eggs start to feel their

head

all the time. It’s been ages; you should switch things up, try a new flavor.” Images

got derailed by Wallis’s

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changed the subject, “When are we going

flicked her hair and giggled, “How about

took me to her ex–hubby’s three–story villa he left her in

floored by the variety of chic dresses

that even though her ex was a bastard, he sure didn’t shortchange her on the

have one.” Wallis quipped about money

words, then it clicked.

then handed me an ivory satin slip dress, “I ordered this at a Bulgari event two

top–notch fabric, felt like