Luciana’s phone danced across the dresser as the music played. She groaned picking it up she had fallen asleep through her tears, her pillow was wet, her eyes were puffy and sticky she looked a completed mess. ‘Hello.’
‘Hey babe.’
‘Michele.’
‘What’s wrong Lu? You sound as if you’ve been crying.’
‘I’m fine Michele. What do I owe the pleasure?’
‘Can’t I call my girl?’
Her anxiety rose Her belly done summersaults.
‘Any was I was wondering if you would like to come over my father is out and I thought we could spend sometime together.‘
She swallowed he’d never asked her for alone time before she wasn’t ready for it. ‘Sure.’
‘Sweet an hour. Later Lu.’
‘Yeah bye.’ She said disconnecting the call pulling her body off the bed.
‘So is she coming?’
‘she is.’
‘Good everything is set.’
‘Y
