Chapter two
"Ohhhhh mmmyyy Goddd! I knew it!" Hilda's voice screeched in my ear. I decided to call her after I got into bed. I had a million text messages from Amanda, asking me about the date. She can wait.
"Ha. I really have a great feeling about this, Hilda."
"I'm happy for you, Betty. Justin told me to tell you, he knew all along you were going to get together."
"Tell Justin.. He can shut up." I laughed snuggling up to my pillow.
"So, Bobby just started painting the extra bedroom. Justin picked out the color. Do not ask me what color it is."
"I'm excited about the baby! Are you being careful?"
"Yes. Poppy is coming over every day to help and Bobby won't let me get out of bed. Since the doctor put me on bed rest, everyone is driving me crazy! I have a salon to run here!" Hilda sighed.
"It'll be okay. Well, I need to go. I have a million text messages from Amanda. I need to answer her before she goes insane. Love you and give everyone my love."
"Night, Betty. We send our love." I hung up the phone and checked my messages. One text message caught my eye. I grinned like a fool.
DANIEL: I had a great time tonight.
ME: I did too. Go to sleep, fool. ;)
DANIEL: NO! I keep thinking about you.
ME: You are too sweet. I always think about you.
DANIEL: I'm glad. Ok, I'll let you go to sleep. You have a magazine to run. Night, beautiful!
ME: Night, Daniel. :D I fell asleep with a smile on my face, forgetting to message back Amanda.
"Betty, you have a phone call on line 1." Naomi, my assistant, buzzed me. I was having a very bad day at the magazine. Two models had to go home, due to being really sick. So, I had to find replacements, which I haven't yet. So by chance, this would be the answer to my prayers on the other end of the phone.
"Betty Saurez." I answered with my professional voice.
"Hello, Beautiful!" A familiar voice said.
"Daniel?"
"Well… yes! How's your day?"
"Do you want the truth ? Or a lie?" I asked with a sigh.
"Truth."
"Terrible! Two models had to go home today because they were sick. So, I am short two models for the photo shoot."
"I'm sorry. Are there anything I can do to make you feel better?" He asked hopefully.
"Anything?" I flirted a little
"Yes, anything."
"Pizza and a foot massage at my house tonight?" I crossed my fingers.
"Okay. What time?" He laughed.
"Make it seven, so I can take a long bubble bath and relax. Would you be upset if I wear pj's?"
"That's fine, beautiful. Well, I'll let you get back to work. I need to call Mother back. She gives her love."
"Tell her I said hey! See you tonight."
I hung up the phone and felt a little gross to my stomach. "Naomi, can you please get me some water, please? Also, please tell me those models did not have a bug." I asked her through the speaker.
"They were really sick. Looked a little green." She said.
"Okay. Thanks." It then hit me; I was going to be sick. I raced to the bathroom. This was a very bad for me, I thought washing my face with the cold water.
After that I walked out, Naomi looked at me and said. "You look a little green."
"Thanks." I said in a cheerful voice and moaned walking to my desk.