Chapter 3

A few days later, Piper was going in for a meeting with the person who was going to book P3 for the reunion party thing.

A woman wearing sunglasses was standing outside the club, on her hand phone.

"No, you listen Larry. I'm supposed to be meeting the manager of P3- owner. Whatever. And you haven't even gotten the decorations in? If I don't have those decorations by tomorrow, it's your job!" the woman said sharply.

'Wow. harsh,' thought Piper.

The woman saw Piper approaching her and smiled this huge fake smile.

"Hello!" she squealed. "Ermm. hello. Are you. ermm. You're renting the club for a reunion party, right?" Piper stuttered nervously. Bimbo-like fakes always made her squirm.

The woman removed her sunglasses to reveal perfect baby-blue eyes.

"Oh. My. God!" she exclaimed slowly. "Is that you, Piper?!" "Ermm. yeah. Who are y- Missy? Missy Campbell?!" she exclaimed. But secretly she was thinking how unlucky she was to have to face her again. "Wow! Get you. Owning a club like P3!"

'Even if she did mean it in a nice way which is not likely why do I always get the feeling she's insulting me?'

"Ermm. yeah, I guess. And what about you?" she asked trying to act nice. "Well," Missy said. She would never turn down an opportunity to show off. "I work in fashion and my boyfriend, Dave McAllen, you've heard of him, right? Well, he works as an actor." Piper nodded. "Uh-huh. That's ermm. Kind of cool, I guess." Missy smiled falsetto-like again. "Well, incase you didn't get an invitation. Here," she said handing Piper an invitation.

As she reached over to take it from Missy, she spotted her wedding ring.

"Is that a wedding ring?" Missy asked incredulously. She reached over and grabbed Piper's hand. "Oh my god! You're hitched. Wow! Very impressive. I'm sure Dave will propose soon." "Ermm. Yeah, I guess." Piper said pulling her hand free of Missy's grip. "Get a load of you! So, who's the lucky man?" Missy asked raising her perfectly plucked eyebrows. "His name is Leo Wyatt. He's my angel," Piper said smiling smugly. "Yeah. Whatever. It's on Saturday, okay?" she said, clearly sick of the subject. "Can we negotiate the price?" she asked sweetly. Piper sighed. "Yeah, sure."