Chapter 10- The Letters

There were two envelopes in her hands. One, with Maxwell's handwriting on it said, "Fran" and the other with Alistair's handwriting read, "Judy". This was important, Fran knew that much. She quickly headed up to Judy's room to give her, her envelope. Fran wanted to open hers as soon as possible.

When Judy got hers she cast it aside. Alistair's handwriting was on it. The handwriting she would know from anywhere. She didn't want to open it. She glanced at it out of the corner of her eye. She simply had to know what it said. So she tore it open. She scanned what turned out to be a letter very carefully. This was going to be some day. Should she go, or should she not? He had invited her for a night in Paris. But was this a romantic thought or an after thought. She knew that there was only one way to find out. When she went into Fran's room, she was immediately choked by the strong essence of hair products, but the sweet smell of Chanel and Lancome cushioned the overwhelming blow.

"Fran?" She asked.

"Yeah." Fran was doing her make-up.

"Where are the kids?"

"With Sandy. It was so nice of her to offer to watch them for me after I got this letta."

"What's your's say?"

"Max is taking me out on the town tonight!"

"Really?" Judy considered this for a moment.

"Why, what does yours say?"

"Oh, nothing. Just wondering, thanks Fran." Judy squealed with delight as she shut her bedroom door. Maybe this was a romantic thought, not just an after thought.

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After careful consideration, Judy had decided to go that night. She planned to look completely gorgeous, not for him, but for her, just as little Gracie had recommended. The only thing was, whatever would she wear? After the overwhelming smell of hairspray and other beauty products wore off and Fran was ready to leave on her date with Max, Judy went to her room to try and find something to wear. She threw thing, after thing, after thing into the reject pile for that night until she finally came upon the perfect thing. She held it up to her as she glanced in the mirror.

"What do you think, love?" She asked her baby.

"I think it's very, very excellent. And it'll be our little secret, but I hope your Dad does have something very special planned for tonight."