Strings of Fate

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Strings of Fate

Cam 30- Phones and photos

I wake up early and after a quick shower, try to decide what to wear to work today. I have my

usual selection of work outfits. (Benefits of being the boss, no uniform!) but I sort of want to put in a little extra effort today. I get dressed in a cute pair of black jeans and a maroon top that is cut in a really flattering way. It’s not until I’m pulling a brush through my hair that I consider WHY I feel like dressing up today. It’s not… for Harry… is it? I frown and reassess my clothing selection. Does it matter if it is for him or not? If I turn up to work dressed up the day after I’ve agreed to go out with him he’s going to believe I did it for him, regardless of if it’s true or not. I’m not even sure if it IS true or not. Then again, if I’m trying to sell this couple thing to Simon and my family, shouldn’t it look like I’m making an effort? I smile to myself, satisfied with the argument. I’m not dressing for a guy, because I wouldn’t do something like that. I’m dressing for the sake of selling this story in order to regain my freedom from my overbearing family and stalkerish wannabe husband. With my mind made

up, I take the time to carefully draw on some eyeliner and add mascara which makes my

green eyes really stand out. I then add a dark red lipstick that very nearly matches the top I’m wearing. I stick to my most comfortable boots though. No heels while working the bar. It would just be asking for painful feet and accidents that would be perfectly avoidable if I wasn’t practically on stilts. Cora sometimes chooses to wear heels at work but that’s her prerogative. She insists her tips are better when she wears them. But she also chooses to wear them mostly on nights when we’re expecting big crowds, so it might be a case of correlation, not causation. Still, she is free to do as she likes as long as the shoes are closed toe (for safety

reasons).

occur to me

I am more than halfway to work when it occurs to me to actually check the time. Oh…. I’ve

two hours earlier than I needed to.

home or just go to work and be super early. I could work on my potions or something. But I dressed NICELY today. What if I spill something or make a mess? That would be incredibly disappointing. I continue walking towards work but at a much slower pace. It’s not until I reach what I would consider to be a ‘shopping district‘ that I actually find something to do with my extra time. I know I’m not as wealthy as I used to be, I put all my savings into buying my half of The Witches Booze. But I can still afford to treat myself occasionally, right? I take my time, wandering between

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worth the risk. I buy the dress then head into work, every bit as cheerful as I was when I left home. I’m still running early, but more like twenty minutes early which means I’ll have just enough time to make myself a coffee. We have a pretty decent coffee machine for a bar but you should never underestimate how useful it is to be able to give some drunk idiot a coffee to help them sober up. If I’m feeling really generous I might even mix in a sober up potion, but

insists he doesn’t really.mind because it gives him a bit of freedom with his day. He has to be here in the evenings to cook, but he can prep stuff whenever he wants. The kitchen closes at nine thirty and I run the bar til

quieter so that I can

me time to work on the books. I really

Cora is eager to work a lot of hours right now because most people

complain.

to arrive, walking in confidently less than

greets me

this point, so terrible drinks it is. It’s mostly just a habit at this point. I guess it is fun making drinks I don’t get to make often, although why people created such vile drinks in the first place, I will never know. As I drop off his drink I notice my phone is vibrating in my pocket. I ignore it at first but it just

customer here since it’s so early so I pull out my phone. Ah damn it, I have about five messages. Not wanting to deal with it, I just drop my phone on

He raises an

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