JENNIE
E-mail excerpt from Jillian to Jennie:
Sounds like everything is going great at work; everyone is saying what a great job you're doing. I even got an e-mail from Max Camden, who said the work is coming along even earlier than anticipated based on the guys you recommended to hire instead of his usual crew—way to go, kiddo! Hey, how's Yeji doing? Don't work her too hard. I know you won't, but the boss in me requires me to say it. I bet she's a godsend! And I'd tell you not to work too hard, but I know better, right?
Things are amazing here; I almost don't want to tell you. But I totally will—I am in love with France. Seriously, I could live here. The food alone is a reason to chuck my passport and stay. Did you know you can harvest your own oysters and eat them on the beach in Brittany? Crazy. But now we're off to Italy, stopping first in Lake Como to stay in a villa that one of Benjamin's partners owns. No, it's not Clooney, but I will tell him hello if I see him ; )
Oh, I meant to tell you. Make sure you meet with the accountant this week; he said he's going to call you to set something up. I need you to e-mail me some files.
• • •
Text from Rosé to Jennie:
Okay. I talked to him. Big woo.
Big woo? Like he was wooing you?
Whoa. No woo. I meant like, big woo we talked, no big deal. You know, "big woo."
Did he try to woo you?
Jennie, dammit, no. That's not the point. He wanted to talk, you all convinced me to let him talk, so he talked. I listened.
Did you yell?
A little.
Did he tell you what happened?
Yes, he kissed her.
Anything else?
Does there need to be anything else?
No, just asking.
Well, stop asking.
How'd it end?
With yelling. He yelled too, though; it wasn't just me.
So it's really over?
What did you expect? That he'd come over, we'd talk, and I'd magically forget everything that happened?
Of course not. So it's really over.
It's impossible for me to hang up on you since we're texting, but know that I am hanging up on you.
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Text from Jennie to Jisoo:
They talked.
I know! It didn't go well . . .
I know!
So now what?
What do you mean? Did you think she'd just magically forget everything that happened?
You must have just been texting with Rosé; you're taking a tone.
I know! Sorry . . .
It doesn't matter. What matters is I don't think those two are over yet . . .
What? She's pretty sure they are.
I have a hunch. Let me think on it.
Jisoo . . . don't meddle.
Have you met me?
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Text from Lisa to Jennie
Just sent you a picture, did you get it?
Mmm, should I close the door to my office?
No no, not like that, but I like the way you're thinking. Did you get it yet?
I did, I wish I was there. The beach looks amazing. How are things in Bora Bora?
Amazing. But it'd be better if you were here. Still can't believe you turned down a trip here . . .
You'd believe it if you saw my desk right now. I'm literally swimming in paperwork.
I'm literally swimming in the ocean. Or I was a few minutes ago
Honestly Lisa, sometimes . . .
Sorry, babe. Just wish you were here.
Me too. I gotta go; my inbox just exploded.
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Text from Lisa to Haein:
So you talked to her.
Dude . . .
That bad?
Dude!
Sorry, man . . .
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Text from Jisoo to Jennie:
So I'm thinking we should have a game night—you know, play Pictionary and stuff like that?
I'd love to, but I'm slammed. When were you thinking?
Maybe the Saturday night before Thanksgiving? Can you spare a few hours over the weekend?
I can spare a few hours, yes, that's about it. You guys wanna come out to Sausalito? Be nice not to have to go back into the city.
We can do that. I was thinking we should invite Rosé.
Of course we should.
And Haein.
Oh boy.
Trust me.
There's an entire wall of windows in Jillian's house, Jisoo. The last thing I need is someone throwing things.
Trust me.
Think Barry Derry sells party insurance?
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Text from Jisoo to Rosé:
Hey girl! Game night next Saturday, you in?
No.
What?
No. I've already peeped your game, you're inviting Haein, aren't you?
Yes.
No.
We'll see.
I'm not coming if he is.
We'll see.
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Text from Jaehyun to Haein:
Game night? Next Saturday?
Cool! I smoked your ass last time at Pictionary.
Rosé's invited.
Not cool, dude. I'm not going if she's going.
Pussy—that's exactly what she said.
She said she wouldn't come if I came?
Isn't that what you just said?
I'm totally coming. Can I bring someone?
Is that wise?
Who says wise? I'm bringing someone.
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Text from Jisoo to Rosé:
So . . .
No.
Come on! Haein said he wasn't coming—
Good! I'll come.
—if you were coming
What? What a baby; he can't handle it if I'm there?
Well, he's handling it, he's coming. And he's bringing someone.
Well I'm bringing someone too.
I thought you weren't coming.
Shut up. What time?
• • •
It was late. I was once again at the office, alone. It was almost midnight, and the shitty part was Lisa had just gotten home from Bora Bora this morning. In a previous life, when I wasn't responsible for someone else's design firm, I'd have taken a long lunch break to go home, see her, have a nooner, and then head back to work. But not anymore.
Now it was almost 11:00 p.m., and I was putting the finishing touches on my first payroll report, since the accountant wasn't able to pull all the hours he needed from his computer at home. Which is where he was. Which is where most people were.
I felt like I was finally getting on top of everything workwise; turns out you can get everything done when you work twelve-hour days. And weekends. With Lisa away on a job, I could do it. I ate, slept, and peed Jillian Designs. But it was worth it; I was getting a taste of what it would be like to run my own business someday. Jillian had been an amazing mentor to me, she still was, and I wanted to do a great job for her. Could I have asked her for a little more help? Maybe, but I wanted her to enjoy herself. So I barely managed to keep my head above water.
My phone rang just as I clicked send on payroll. Yawning, I answered. "I promise I'm leaving."
"You said that an hour ago."
"But this time I really am. Can you hear that? Those are my shoes, walking down the hallway. And hear that? That's me getting out my keys to lock the door."
"I don't like the idea of you being out so late at night all alone."
"Babe, I am capable of handling myself. Besides, how do you think I get home most nights?"
"I still can't believe you wouldn't let me come pick you up. What if some weirdo is out tonight, and likes the way you look in your red heels?"
"Well then, that weirdo's gonna get an ass full of red heels if he tries anything— Wait, how did you know I'm wearing red heels?" I asked, whirling around.
Parked just a few feet from the front door was Lisa's car.
"What are you doing here?"
"I can't believe you really thought I wasn't going to come pick you up," she said into the phone, hanging it up and getting out of the car.
If she was sun kissed when she was in Africa, she was sun baked while she was in Bora Bora. Which made her face even more beautiful, her jet-black messy hair even more enticing. She caught me into a hug so tight she even picked me up a little bit and my feet hung.
"You're so pretty," I whispered, kissing her cheeks and her forehead and her nose and finally her sweet lips. Which were now grinning. "How long have you been out here? Have you been here all night?" I asked as she opened the car door, and I saw the stacks of coffee cups.
"Not all night." She walked around to her side, getting in and turning the car on. "Just since about nine thirty."
"Oh my God, why didn't you tell me? I would've come down. I would've stopped working."
"I knew you needed to get your work done; no biggie." She yawned.
"Uh, yeah, it's a biggie," I insisted, then leaned across the seat to kiss her cheek again. "You glad to be home?"
"You have no idea—I'm going to sleep for days. After I get some sugar," she said, shooting me a waggly eyebrow.
"Maybe tonight, no sugar. Maybe tonight, just sleep."
"I'm tired, but I'm not that tired," she said, even as a yawn cracked open her face.
"We'll see," I conceded. "You should sleep so you're ready for Game Night tomorrow."
"Good point. I've gotta make sure we kill everyone at Pictionary. Is everyone coming?"
"Yep, should be interesting."
"If you girls can behave yourselves," she teased.
We cruised. She yawned.
"How's the ninth looking for you?" she asked suddenly.
"The ninth?"
"Of December. The reunion? You still want to go with me?"
"I do. Bring on the cheesesteaks!" I smiled, resting my hand on her leg and making little circles there.
"Sugar," she quipped.
"Sleep," I insisted, as she gave me a look that said she was a man intent on getting some sugar.
But this woman knew better, and I made sure to take a little longer than normal in the bathroom. I didn't need to exfoliate, but I did. I didn't need to condition my hair twice, but I did. When I finally came out, my Wallbanger was dead to the world and telling everyone about it with her snores. Next to her? Luca. Making the most ridiculous little kitty snores.
I slipped under the covers and burrowed into Lisa's nook. Some nights, that was my sugar.
• • •
As soon as I was up, I left the city and headed over to the Sausalito house. I let Lisa sleep in, allowing me some time to walk through the hotel alone. Sometimes it was easier to check on projects when there was no one else there. I could explore the space with my notebook and camera, taking pictures and generally getting a feel for how things were going.
The hotel was going to be beautiful. Still just a shell, but I could see what it was going to be. And as shells took shape, sometimes the design dictated a change to the original plans. Maybe a new palette suggested itself, or certain lines weren't as strong in real life as they were on paper. It wasn't second-guessing, it was adapting. And I missed my Master Adapter.
Jillian had the best eye for detail of any designer I'd ever worked with. And she was great at helping me solidify my vision, boosting my confidence; she was my gut check. My sounding board. So as I walked the plank flooring, I wished she was there. I did projects by myself all the time, but she was always in the wings, propping me up when I needed it. I had to prop myself up this time.
I'd never seriously considered having my own design firm. Of course every young designer thinks about it, some even dream about it—but that wasn't me. So much work, so much risk, taken on solely. Your name, your failure.
I'd literally lucked into a dream when Jillian hired me after my internship. I followed her around like a puppy my first few weeks, soaking it all up, taking it all in. I sat in her office, marveling over how she managed it all. She was always calm under pressure, always the cucumber when everything else was jalapeños. She was who I wanted to be when I grew up. I just never thought I'd get there.
Jillian didn't come from money; she'd worked for every penny she had. She'd left a successful position at a very high profile design firm in the city, and invested everything in her own tiny shop in the Castro. The stories I'd heard from some of her long-term clients were legendary. Receiving tile shipments at midnight, dog walking for her toniest clients, installing lighting fixtures twenty feet in the air when an electrician didn't show—you name it, she'd done it.
And from her own stories, she taught me how to barter and how to haggle, how to get the best discounts, how to school a contractor who thought she was going to get one over on a female project lead, and how to deal with clients who were complete and total assholes. And there were a lot of them.
She'd made a name for herself, scratching and clawing her way to a highly successful business while looking like she'd just rolled off a runway in Milan.
She did it all.
Was I doing it all? I knew I was a good designer, but I'd never be a Jillian. I could wear her shoes for a little while, though.
I took my pictures, made my notes, and hiked back up the hill to the house. It was close enough to the main drag that I'd taken to walking into town when the mood struck. I usually walked most nights that I was there, sometimes to look at the hotel, yes, but sometimes to just explore the neighborhoods. Hidden pathways, rounded garden doors, high hedges and last summer's hollyhocks . . . It was a little magical.
When I rounded the street corner, I was thrilled by the sight of a black Range Rover parked outside. Lisa was awake and on this side of the bay. With a secret smile, I hurried inside.
• • •
As I brushed out my hair that night, I realized that it was the first time in almost two weeks that it wasn't piled on top of my head in a bun held together with colored pencils. Lisa was now working at the dining room table, checking all of her shots on her laptop. I passed by on my way to the kitchen, and was stopped by a hand on my ass.
"Hi?"
"Hi," she answered, her eyes still on the computer.
"You need something?"
"Always," she answered, maneuvering my ass so it was on her lap.
"Not always; you were sleeping earlier," I pouted.
"I'm not sleeping now."
"I've got turnovers."
"I already like where this is going," she murmured, her hands tightening around my waist.
"No no, I mean I have turnovers that I need to put in the oven."
"Wait, those are like tiny pies, right?"
"Yes, Lisa, they're like tiny pies."
"Apple?"
"Cherry."
"Have mercy."
"You know what it does to me when you go Uncle Jesse on me."
Her eyes widened, and something else hardened. "I do indeed."
Kissed me fierce, she did, and while I did my best to remind her of my turnovers, she did her best to make me forget. And I did, until the doorbell rang.
"Dammit," she muttered, releasing me.
"Saved by the bell," I sang out, rising off her lap.
"You know what it does to me when you go Kelly Kapowski on me."
"I do indeed. And if you're a good girl tonight, I'll give you my own special Bayside cheer later on." I winked and danced away from her grabby hands. "Now go do something with that," I instructed, pointing at her enthusiasm.
She strutted away, and I headed to the front door. I could see Jaehyun through the glass, but no Jisoo.
"Hey, where's your girl?" I asked, but then heard a wheeeeee coming from up above.
"She's ridden it twice already," he replied, rolling his eyes but smiling at his girlfriend as she came down the hill in the hillevator, peeking over the side.
"That will never get old. I love this thing," she announced when she got to the bottom, opening the door and climbing out. She had a basket full of treats and an armful of board games, which Jaehyun hurried to assist with. "See, this thing is actually useful."
"Well, it's not just a carnival ride, no." I laughed, grabbing a bag as well. "Good lord, how many games did you bring?"
"I thought it would be best to plan for any and all hiccups tonight. And speaking of hiccups, I brought plenty of booze," she stated, nodding to the box from the liquor store.
"Sure, because what goes better with tension than alcohol?" I snorted, catching Jaehyun's eye.
"I tried to tell her," he said under his breath.
"I heard that," she sang out as she trotted into the house.
"I meant you to," he sang back. "'Sup?" He nodded to Lisa, who had parked herself behind a wing chair.
I chuckled to myself at her technique for hiding her enthusiasm. I winked at her, feeling a thrill rumble through me when he looked at me with those heavy lidded eyes. Damn, that one got to me.
I led Jisoo into the kitchen, letting her set up the bar while I finally got the turnovers into the oven.
We chatted while we put together snacks for the evening. Since I didn't have the time I used to, it nearly killed me to get the turnovers together in time. But taking a page from the Barefoot Contessa, I managed to put together a respectable spread. I arranged several cheeses from a local shop, including a runny Brie and a stinky Stilton, some French bread, and little bowls of spicy almonds and salty olives. Slices of salami, capicola, pepperoni, and mortadella covered another wooden board, along with bowls of marinated artichoke hearts and roasted red peppers. A few containers of garlicky hummus and pillowy pita completed the nosh. I finished up just as Jisoo was putting the final touches on her drink stations.
"Whiskey sours, martinis, and look! Wallbangers!" she cried, setting out a bottle of Galliano just as Lisa and Jaehyun came in to join us.
"Perfect. Jennie was just saying before you two got here that she was dying for some more of me," she teased, making me blush as the timer went off on my turnovers.
"Mix yourself up there, Lisa," I said over my shoulder, pulling the flaky triangles from the oven. The look she gave me told me I would indeed be getting turned over later on that night. You wouldn't catch me complaining.
Just as Lisa handed me a drink, we heard the doorbell.
"Showtime," Jisoo mumbled, heading off to the door. It was Rosé, with the tallest man I'd ever seen. But not just tall, he was crazy good looking. He was like NBA meets surfer.
"Why, hello there!" I said, looking up and up. "I'm Jennie."
"Hey," he said down to me in a voice that was incredibly deep. "Zach."
He shuffled off to shake hands with the guys as I took Rosé's coat.
"When I say that's a tall drink of water, I'm not exaggerating," I whispered to her, checking him out as he towered over Jaehyun and Lisa, neither of whom were short.
"Thanks. He plays basketball in France; he's home for the holidays. I met him at the gym."
"Damn, I need to switch to your gym. The cute boy quotient is considerably higher than mine," I replied, hanging up her coat.
She scanned the room, breathing a little easier when she saw that Haein wasn't there. "Can I help with anything?"
The doorbell rang again.
"Like right now, can I help with anything? How about I make sure the bars okay," she said, heels clicking across the floor as she grabbed Tall Zach and pulled him toward the alcohol.
Lisa walked over to me, reaching around me to open the door for the only friend who hadn't yet arrived.
"Hey, man, what's up?" Haein said, handing Lisa a bottle of scotch. "Jennie, thanks for inviting me," he added, sneaking a kiss on my cheek before I could react.
"Hi, Haein," I managed, trying to remember that this was Lisa's friend and I was making an effort. I had to really make an effort when I got an eyeful of who he brought with him.
I can't say for sure that she'd ever appeared in Playboy. But if she hadn't, she should have.
"Hi! I'm Missy," she said, and I smiled at Haein through clenched teeth. I could tell it was putting Lisa in physical pain not to laugh.
"Hi there, Missy," I managed. "Let me take your coat, Missy."
"Wow, look at all those windows!" She giggled as I led them inside.
I knew how much a window wall that size cost to install, and I wondered how much it would cost to repair . . .