Chapter Thirty Eight

Nala.

Jordan had told me someone was coming over to help with my wardrobe and getting any essentials I needed since I couldn't go shopping myself.

I could tell it was her the moment she stepped out of her car. She was cheerful and just by her walk you could tell she was in the fashion industry.

Ella was a tall glass of sophistication and sunshine with her burnt auburn bob, sprinkling of freckles, and wonderfully manicured nails, painted in the palest rose. She had a bright smile for me the moment she appeared and I smiled back gratefully.

I couldn’t help but instantly appreciate her appearance. She had paired a tweed blazer, a heavy, eggplant colored coat slung casually across her shoulders, black trousers, and leather boots. She was carrying a massive dark red purse which exactly matched some of the thread in her tweed blazer.

I gulped down what was left of my orange juice and immediately rose to receive her.

“Nala,” she greeted. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

I accepted t