Chapter 121

Tilly stumbles out of Clark's apartment wearing one of his t-shirts and a lopsided grin. Her clothing is gathered in her arms. Hands reach past the door, grabbing her back inside and a stylish ankle boot tumbles out of her hands forgotten as the door closes with a slam followed by sounds that cannot be mistaken for anything other than passion.

If Clark were my real fiance, I'd be heartbroken by this display.

But since Clark and I have never been a couple, and Tilly is my best friend in the world, I couldn't be happier. Maybe, if things go right, Tilly and I might be sisters.

Visions of double weddings flutter through my head and I laugh quietly, so as not to draw their attention, as I pass by the door.

Grinning devilishly I scoop up her boot. I wonder how long it will take for her to realize it is missing. What will she say when I tell her I found it?

Normally I would have left it there for her to find. I'm not a tricky person by nature, but I'm feeling a bit mischievous this morn