Koree fished it out slowly, peering at the name on the screen before answering, “Yes, my love?” She steered away from the bar.
“I just got the news about the caterer. . .that’s a real shame, babe, you know I really liked her,” The smooth carefully accented voice came across the line. Koree’s favorite voice to hear at the end of the day.
“I hated her. She couldn’t even get my favorite dish right. Don’t worry, we will find the right one. The perfect one,” She assured her lover, Candace Mitchell.
“So how did Sophie and Claire react to the news?” Candace asked. Koree could picture the excitement on her face, hear the anticipation in her voice.
She cleared her throat, “They were surprised. . . .happy for us.” The lie stung her throat. As a writer and editor of one of the biggest magazines in the country, Koree was used to fabricating. Taking pictures of celebrities and turning them into something that they weren’t. All in the name of money. Sometimes she couldn’t see the difference in one lie to the next.
This is different, she convinced herself.
“Good. . .let’s have them over for dinner tomorrow. Hell, let’s have all of our friends over for dinner tomorrow. We can celebrate the announcement of the engagement then. . . “ Candace suggested. “I will see you when you get home, love. I love you.”
“I love you,” Koree repeated back as she closed her phone and dropped it into her purse.
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