Chapter 43

Friday night came, and Shea rushed around the apartment, getting ready for her date with Bradford.

“Girl, slow down!” Brooklyn told her from the couch, glancing up from the book she was reading. “You’re getting me exhausted just looking at you.”

Shea stopped in the middle of the room and threw her hands up.

“I can’t find my brown purse,” Shea said. “Have you seen it around?”

Brooklyn tapped her lips as she thought, then asked, “Didn’t Addy borrow it the other day? She said it went with the boots she was wearing that day.”

Shea snapped her fingers and said, “That’s right!”

Rushing toward Addy’s door, she pounded on it, yelling, “Open up, Addy! It’s an emergency!”

A few seconds went by before Addy yanked her door open.

“What’s going on?” she asked, taking the pins out of her mouth.

“My brown purse,” Shea said, her eyes wide. “Do you still have it?”

Confused, Addy nodded and pointed over her shoulder, saying, “It’s on my dresser. Let me get it.”

Shea waited, shifting from