33

Eve Malhamie

"You should call your boyfriend and let him know I've made a reservation for us at The Globe." I took a sip of the appletini I had mixed earlier, admiring my freshly pedicured toes with delight.

Ciara walked into the living room wearing a grey T-shirt dress and bare feet. She placed the plates of breakfast on the center table before casually tossing her feet over my lap, the cool touch of her gold anklet leaving a chilly sensation on my thigh.

"It's seven in the morning, Eve. What's up with the drink?"

I shrugged. "Let me live a little, babe. It has apple cider in it, and I always drink some kind of liquor with breakfast." Before I could say another word, she grabbed the glass, nearly spilling its contents on my Baby Phat crop top, and replaced it with a cup of tea.

I rolled my eyes at her. "You're such a killjoy. Anyway, have you heard from Micah?"

"I spoke to him last night before you arrived, why?"

"Oh, no reason." The truth was, I hadn't heard