And because that man has been cruel to you for long enough. It’s time for that to stop.”
She stood up, gathering her coat and purse. “Come on,” she said. “We have work to do right now.”
Elena asked, surprised. “Right now? We only have one week, and there’s a lot to do.
First, we’re going to my apartment. You’re going to take a long hot shower, a real shower with good soap and shampoo.
Then, we’re going to figure out what you need.” Elena stood up slowly, hardly believing this was really happening.
“Marissa, I don’t know how to thank you.” Don’t thank me yet, Marissa said with a smile.
Wait until we pull this off. Wait until you walk into that wedding and see the look on Jonathan Peterson’s face.
They left the coffee shop together, walking side by side down the busy street. People passed by without giving them a second glance.
Just two women walking together, talking and laughing like old friends. And that’s exactly what they were.
Marissa’s apartment was in a nice building downtown, the kind with a doorman and a shiny lobby.
The doorman looked at Elena with suspicion when they walked in, but Marissa gave him a firm look and he stepped aside without saying anything.
They took the elevator up to the 10th floor. Marissa unlocked her apartment door and led Elena inside.
“The bathroom is through there,” Marissa said, pointing down a hallway. “Take as long as you need.
There are clean towels in the cabinet, and help yourself to any of the soap or shampoo you find.
I’m going to make some phone calls while you’re in there.” “Fhone calls?” Elena asked.
Marissa’s smile turned a bit mischievous. I know people, Elena. I’ve been working with wealthy clients for years now.
