BAD REPUTATION
“The hermit is coming out of her shell! I take it things went well? On a scale of one to ‘we’re naming our first child,’ how well did it go?”
“Just answer the question, you gossip,” Olivia countered, though she was practically glowing.
“Hell yeah, it’s still open!” Isabella said. “Wear a nice dress. No— A slutty one. We are celebrating! I’ll be there in a few hours. Don't you dare change your mind!”
“I won’t,” Olivia promised, catching her reflection in the darkened window. Her eyes were bright, her cheeks still flushed, and for the first time, she didn't feel like she was just surviving the holidays.