Maya

The morning after the gala, I wake up in a designer gown, smudged makeup, and a serious case ofhow did I get heresyndrome. I wiggle my sore feet, noting a few blisters that weren’t there yesterday.

I sigh as I grab my phone from my nightstand. “Shit!”

I nearly fall out of bed when I see the time. Curses fly out of my mouth at the unread text message Richard sent hours ago. I unlock my phone with a shaky finger, only to release a breath of relief at the text.

Richard:No work today.

No work today?!I read his message twice to make sure my brain isn’t acting up again and rearranging all the letters.

I clutch my phone to my chest and do a little twirl. The idea of having a Saturday all to myself makes me want to break out into a whole song and dance like…