Kiley sighed, she’d just spent all day color correcting prints, and there was Marisol, waiting in the restaurant lounge.

It looked like Marisol was ready to start a fight. Kiley was not in the mood, if she engaged Marisol, she’d probably try to snap her head off, or kill her with her with the heel of her Oxford shoe. That image made her smirk. Her hoping on one foot, bludgeoning the tall, dark Marisol with her white Oxford.

Kiley composed herself as she greeted Marisol. “Kiley, I love your dress!” she smiled to Kiley’s shock. Whatever Marisol’s defiance was directed at, it didn’t seem to be her. Kiley was swept with relief. “Thank you, you look gorgeous, as always!” Kiley replied, with a genuine smile. “Aaron should be shortly, the silly boy, always keeping me waiting.” Marisol chided. Her deep affection obvious in her eyes. “Mari, is something bothering you?” Kiley asked. “Oh, it’s nothing, my family’s coming into town.” Marisol answered. “You haven’t told them about Aaron yet, have you?” Kiley guessed.