Chapter 40: Beau

Beau

"So, let me get this straight," Zoe began, looking through yet another rack of designer dresses. Fifth store, and we had yet to find anything even remotely elegant enough for the gala that Hendrix would be honored at. "He made you feel cheap, then was attentive and sweet, only to turn around and give you three days to find a dress for the Design & Architecture event this weekend."

"Pretty much." She had summed it up in a nutshell. Taking a red gown down, I held it out and examined it. It was a beaded, high-waist halter style. Nice, but not me. It reminded me of something my mother would wear. "Did I also mention that before we came back, I snooped in his office while he was on the phone outside? I know…" I waved off her look of chastisement "…but there was this picture and photo album driving me up a wall. So, I peeked and Jesus, I wish I hadn't."

"What did you find?" I scrunched up my nose in disgust at the lime-green number in her hand, and she laughed, turning back to continu