Typing as fast as I possibly could I wrote my name, then impatiently waited for it to save before sending it via email.
"Taylor?" my mom's urgent knocking on the door made me that much more panicked, so much so that I shoved my apple notebook underneath my bed that was already too overcrowded with endless pairs of Valentino's and Jimmy Choo's.
"Come in" I replied cheerily, trying to act like everything was normal. Mom slowly opened the white door, and then walked in quietly, keeping her composure calm. What was wrong with her? What had happened to her normal "You better hurry up and put on your new ensemble and get your lazy ass to that party!"
"What?" I asked coldly, sensing this wasn't going to pretty, in fact far from it.
"You didn't meet Parker for brunch today, are you feeling okay?"
God, I should have guessed, my mom, the person who couldn't care less about my feelings, was now for the first time in her life worrying about me because I didn't show up to some stupid date with him.
I smiled politely, "I'm feeling well, in fact a lot better than usual."
Mom's emerald eyes slit, she had taken off her caring mom mask again, just like I knew she would.
"I won't stand for this attitude Taylor."
"Then sit," I simply answered, even though it was disrespectful.
Mom's eyes widened in fury at my impolite words,
"Remember who I am young lady."
Before I could put up an argument (which I was very tempted to do) she left, which was strange.
I groaned and stormed out my double French doors that let out to the mesmerizing balcony that was mine, mine to be alone, to think, to make sense of my life. I placed two shaking hands on the cream stone and closed my eyes. I took in a deep breath of the Mississippi air and tried to relax, let the quiet cool whispers of the wind lead me astray, distract me from the real problem.
Suddenly my cell beeped, cautiously opening the message box I read the five words that had my heart pounding achingly hard against my chest,
MEET ME TONIGHT AT TEN.