Chapter 39
It took exactly one week for Fiona to fall madly in love with their new space. She had to hand most of the credit to Stella and Cassie, because they both had an eye for the little details that pulled everything together. The three of them had combined their visions to transform the dingy, dusty space into a thing of beauty and serenity.
Accepting their first clients at the official Savannah Glam studio nearly brought tears to Fiona’s eyes. The three of them working separately was good enough; but working together was pure magic.
They each still had their own clients, and Cassie was phasing out of her work at the boutique – but Fiona was just so proud and relieved that this ridiculous dream she had was now a reality.
There would be challenges ahead, of course. Growing pains and slow seasons and disagreements. But she felt, deep in her heart, that this was exactly where she needed to be.
There was only one thing that nagged at her. Every day it was there, no matter how much she tried to ignore it. And now, after a morning of clients, Fiona felt like she needed a little help from her friends.
“So,” she said, cleaning up her supplies. “Porter told me he misses me.”
Stella and Cassie both stopped what they were doing to look at her.
“What?” Stella asked. “When did that happen?”
“Last week, when we were waiting for the sink guy.”
“A whole week ago?” Cassie asked. “Did you ever say anything to him?”
Fiona sat in her chair and turned to face them.
“No?” she said, a little embarrassed. “I wanted to. And he was so…genuine.”
“Oh, that is so sweet!” Stella said, her hand on her heart.
“Yes. Yes it is,” Fiona said. “It’s also incredibly risky and terrifying. So what the hell am I supposed to do about it?”
“Go get your man,” Stella said with a wink. “Obviously.”
Fiona looked at Cassie, ignoring Stella’s comment.
“So? What do you think?” she asked. “I can’t go after Porter for real, right? Because it’ll put our business in jeopardy and all that?”
She assumed the business would be Cassie’s main concern.
Cassie rolled her eyes, then shrugged.
“Go get your man,” Cassie said, making Stella laugh.
Fiona looked between the two of them, shocked.
“Seriously?”
“You guys already navigated one major dilemma, I’m sure you can handle others,” Cassie said, turning back to the rack of clothes she was organizing. “And honestly, you’ve been a little mopey this past week. We can’t have you mopey for the grand opening.”
Fiona gasped. “I am not moping.”
“Pining, then. Right, Cassie?” Stella asked, turning to her.
“I’d agree with pining,” Cassie said, and Fiona let out a groan.
“Well, that’s perfect. I’ve screwed things up with Porter, what, three times now?”
“He made his romantic gesture,” Stella said simply. “Now you should make yours.”
Fiona frowned, considering that. If she wanted another shot with Porter, this just might be her final chance.