Ella:
As soon as I get up, I flip my phone out and call Joe, “ Baby how are you doing?”
Ella:I was counting days until the 31st of December, absolutely nothing was affecting me, neither work nor Mary’s jibes nor Bridget’s obsession with being Mrs.Holt.
Ella:The following morning, I got up earlier than usual, feeling so elated I scream out loud after it further dawns on me that nobody’s home . Mary won’t barge in shouting orders at me. This was my house again and today was the 31st, my first anniversary
Ella:Even though she had tens of people working under her, every time I entered the salon, she would personally look after me as though I was her daughter.
Ella:I open the door to see Joe standing beside his priced red Ford Fiesta wearing a classic white shirt and grey trousers. His shirt is slightly open to highlight the dragon tattoos from his favourite movie series “Fast and Furious”.
Ella:We hungrily gorge down on our food while talking about Accent, our company’s expansion plan, the week that went by and Joe’s plans of getting another tattoo although I wasn’t too excited about the last part. Having too many tats gives the impre
Ella:I looked up and saw Joe approaching the table. From the look on his face, it seemed as though he saw what had transpired in the last few minutes.
Ella:“I will never be vulnerable again” I promise my 25-year old self as I wipe off any remaining tears.
Ella:I looked up at the sky and I could see stars shining along the New York skyline which was quite a rarity in cosmopolitan cities. The rhythm started making me sway, moving my legs and hips from side to side. I should have been upset about what happened earlier bu