“Hey,” I groaned. “I had the curtains shut for a reason.”
“Too bad. You got your fashionything.” Liesl poked at my foot sticking off the bottom of the futon. “Get up.”
“But, Mom, I don’t wanna.” I rubbed my eyes and sat up. I glanced at the time. It was actually after nine. I must have pushed the snooze button on the alarm clock a couple of times. “Why are you awake anyway?”
I’d worked a short shift but Liesl had stayed until close. That meant she’d probably only been home a couple of hours. Funny, she hadn’t woken me when she came in.
Then I realized, her coming in was what had woken me.
“Got a ride from one of the regulars.” She waggled her brows. “And when I say ride, I don’t mean in a car.”
Sex looked good on Liesl. Her cheeks were rosy and her eyes bright. Part of me had always been jealous of her ability to sleep with random people and not get attached. This morning, thinking about sex just made me sad.
My face must have given away my thoughts because next thing I knew, Liesl had crawled onto the bed and wrapped her arms around me in a giant girlfriend hug.
I sighed into her embrace. It felt so good to be touched, to be cared for.
She kissed my temple. “Are you going to be okay today?”
I shrugged against her arms. “Hudson’s not supposed to be at the show. So yeah.” Saying his name made my heart simultaneously flip and sink. After he’d left the loft, I’d expected him to come into the club during my shift. Or to call. Find me somehow. There was so much to say after all I’d witnessed. Maybe he wasn’t interested.
Liesl released me and bopped me on the nose with her finger. “What’s that frown about then? You’re wishing he was coming, aren’t you?”
Did I wish that? “I don’t know.” While I didn’t want to see him, I wanted him to want to see me, if that made any sense.
I hugged my knees to my chest. “Why do you think he hasn’t tried to talk to me?”
“Maybe he’s respecting your space.”
Memories washed over me, times Hudson had bullied his way into my life when I’d tried to push him away. “Hudson’s never been one to respect my space.” Maybe that hadn’t been the real Hudson Pierce. It was preferable to think that than to believe he’d really given up on me so easily. “I guess I thought he’d fight for me. Especially after what he did yesterday. After he saw me.”
Liesl tilted her head. “Wanna hear what I think?”
“Probably not, but I’m sure you’re going to tell me anyway.”
“I am.” She tucked her legs underneath her. “I think that it’s probably still too soon to figure out whether he’s going to fight for you or whether you even want him to.”
“I don’t want him fighting for me.” Except I sort of did.
She wagged a finger at me. “Uh-uh. Too soon.”
Maybe she was right. A myriad of emotions had enveloped me in the past week. Which of them would endure? In a month from now, which feeling would dominate? In a year? Betrayal? Pain? Or would it be love?
Liesl was right. It was too soon to know.
She reached her hand out to squeeze mine. “I’m proud of you though. You made it through this week. And through work last night. And you’re going to his sister’s thingamabob. And you only had one obsessive breakdown. I think you’ve done pretty good.”
It was amazing how she made just living sound like an accomplishment. Truthfully, it did feel like a success. A little bit of pride filled my chest.
But that ever-present ache didn’t go away. I bit my lip. “I miss him.”
Liesl leaned forward and kissed my hair. “I know. That might get worse before better.”
“Yeah.”
Mirabelle’s Boutique was crazed when I arrived, even though the event wasn’t due to start for more than another two hours. The place swarmed with florists and caterers and models and new employees. It took me a while to find anyone I knew in the crowd, but eventually I spotted Adam sampling—or stealing rather— a chocolate-covered strawberry from a Saran-wrapped food tray.
He paused to finish chewing. “Laynie, good to see you.”
He gave me a hug, which was a little weird since he’d never been affectionate with me.
“I’m so glad you’re here. Please, get Mira to stop running around, will you? She needs to sit and put her feet up. I swear to god, after today, if she doesn’t start taking it easy, I’m going to chain her to the bed.”
“That sounds a little personal,” I teased. “Where is she now?”
Adam directed me to the workroom in the back. There I found even more models, more employees, and Mira fussing over everyone.