Carys
Revising and editing your book for publication is a huge pain in the ass. I sigh as my phone begins to buzz.
“Hey Annis.”
“Babe I am not so sure your husband is not the head of some mafia. Are you absolutely sure he didn’t take like vows or an oath to be the head of the crime family while you were in Italy last week?”
I laugh. “Pretty sure. He never left my side. Why?”
“I have the most epic video ever to send you. I am at Sayanne’s shooting some new outfits for the magazine today and I got the best gift for you ever. Can you pull it up on your laptop? I emailed it and want to hear your reaction.”
I pull up the file to push play and see the entrance to the fancy boutique with the register desk. Renetta is walking around talking on her cell phone. “Yes Cat, I know. I cannot wait
