The minute she arrived home from the school she picked up the phone and rang Orla. They had become good friends over the last few weeks. And Brennan found her a comfort to talk to, even if she couldn't tell her what was going on.
"Hey Orla!"
"Emily!"
"Listen David's taking me out tonight to this restaurant. T.P's or something and I'm wondering what's the dress code?"
"Oh someone's being treated! T.P's is very fancy. You better get your best dress out!" She laughed.
"That's what I was afraid of!" Brennan replied,
"Embrace it while you have it! I can't remember the last time I got to dress up and go out! I have two dozen muffins tonight for a cake sale. Want to swap?"
"No I think I'll take the nice meal!" she laughed "I'd offer to help you before I go but I cant bake at all!"
"That's ok. They want Mommy's muffins anyway! Have a nice night Emily!"
"You too. Bye Orla!" she laughed and hung up. Orla wasn't Angela, but she was nice.
Zipping up the side of her dress she took one last look in the mirror. She had taken Orla's advice and dressed up. She looked her self over, a knee length black dress that she had worn to some book awards night, Hair curled and swept back and subtle make-up except for a slash of crimson lipstick across her lips. The entire outfit reminded her of a classy version of Roxy. She sighed as she thought about it. Roxy and Tony felt like a lifetime away. As did the job, the friends and the life she loved. Sighing once more, she took her red wrap off the bed and went downstairs. As she did she realized she may have left all that behind but she still had the man she loved.
He was already waiting for her, dressed in his black suit and white shirt. He grinned at her and she blushed slightly as he looked her up and down. She took his out stretched arm and they left the house together.