Novels by KellyAlice

Once the lights were fixed in the boutique, I felt a lot better about the atmosphere it created. I was also in a better mood, and even gave Reece the rest of the day off. She was ecstatic, of course, and because it was Thursday, it meant that she would have another long weekend. I, however, was swamped with new customers coming in shortly after by the boatload. It’s not to say that I wasn’t thrilled, I was just overwhelmed. I was currently ringing up one of the last customers of the wave, when the same lawyer from Ford’s company approached my register. I gave him a curt nod, and handed the woman her card and her receipt before addressing him. “Can I help you?” I kept my voice even, and uninterested with my arms crossed over my chest. When I saw that he had reached into his briefcase and pulled out a familiar manila folder, I raised my eyebrow. “Here are your original documents from Mr. Mitchell, I apologize for our previous interaction, please, have a wonderful day Ms. Carroll.” Wel

The next few days passed in a blur, and before I knew it, it was already Wednesday. I was standing at the register, mindlessly going over the inventory on the computer. I didn’t hate Wednesday, but it was the slowest day of the week, and there wasn’t much to do, seeing as how the boutique was absolutely spotless, and Reece had just gone on her break. I had the maintenance guy scheduled to come in tomorrow morning, but the lights were bugging me. They had gotten worse within the past few days, and they were driving me insane. I wanted to turn them off completely, but that would make customers think that we were closed, and as slow as it already was, I wouldn’t deter any potential customers. After a few grueling minutes on the computer, I decided to pull up our Yelp page and see if we had gotten any new reviews. Yelp had been one of the few sites that had helped with the growing traffic in our shop, and I liked to scan the reviews to see if I needed to make any improvements. However,

I could say that Sunday was boring, and uneventful, and normally it would be, but in reality, it was a whirlwind of adventures. It wasn’t even nine in the morning. I woke up earlier than I wanted at five, and almost forgot a few important papers for my meeting with Illiana.She was a stylish young girl, a foot or two taller than me, and I was almost always starstruck at the eclecticism that showed in her work. She had a certain finesse when it came to her clothing style, and there was never a time that I wasn’t impressed with her work. When I arrived at her studio, she had her collection laid out on her tables, and there wasn’t a stitch out of place. Illiana prided herself on having perfect structure when it came to her clothing. Her color pallet was impeccable, and the story her collection told was sophisticated in nature. A jumpsuit of oranges and reds, scattered with strips of perfectly, yet imperfect tulle lined the sides, a few button up shirts with reds, yellows, and browns ti

Chapter 7 I would say that dancing with Ford Mitchell was less than spectacular, but the truth? He was excellent at dancing, and moving to the beat, and the way he swung me around had my heart beating rapidly. We had found a spot near Kansas and Arlo, and they seemed to be having just as much fun as we were. I was happy for her, truly, and in that moment, I was happy myself. Would I blame the alcohol tomorrow morning? Of course, but I wasn’t going to dwell on that now. Ford seemed to be watching me warily, as if I were a feral animal that may strike at any moment. When he brought me close again, he was hesitant to place his hands on my hips, and when he did, I smiled wider and moved my hips to the new beat that had started moments before. To say he was shocked was an understatement, but the shock was quickly replaced with a smirk, and he too, moved his hips to the beat. The alcohol had definitely taken its turn at the forefront of my mind, and for once I didn’t care. No other drunk

The wind whistled past our skin as we walked down the streets of Seattle. It bothered Kansas, who sported a smaller coat than mine, but I was okay with it for once. I was determined to drown my sorrows from this morning, and a little wind wasn’t going to deter me from such. When we arrived at the club, Adonis, I saw that the line was exceedingly long, and the bouncer was not having a good time. He was scolding a few underaged girls for having fake IDs, and they didn’t seem to want to budge, until one of the guests in line barked at them to leave. It was amusing to watch, and we made our way to the back of the line. Getting in didn’t take as long as I thought, and I held back a smart remark when the bouncer tried to say my ID was fake. Partly because no one had thought I would ever move back to Seattle, but when he saw that my ID was real with his blacklight, and that I was who I said I was, he let me in with an apology. I only nodded my head and walked past him. Kansas met me inside

When I made it to my apartment, I knew that I had just enough time to wallow in the memories of my mother before Kansas sauntered into the apartment, and I would use that time accordingly. I shook off the putrid snowflakes from my body and shrugged my coat off, tossing it onto the rack before kicking my boots off. I made my way to the fridge and grabbed my carton of rocky road ice cream, and a small spoon. Criminal Minds seemed to make its way onto the television screen, and I used it as background noise to conceal the sobs that racked my body. I knew that they would resurface, but I had done my best to keep the memories of her buried in the back of my mind. They were too much to handle even now, years later. Amaryllis Carroll was my rock, my everything, and with her gone, I would always have a hole in my heart. She was a badass when it came to running her business, and she was the most loving when it came to me. She never made me feel like her business was more important than me, un