**Isa

While I was in my whirlwind with Callan, I still made it a point to keep up with my friends.

Erin met me in the cafe downstairs for lunch.

“Uh, excuse me, but why do you look so fine today?” I asked her when she walked in.

She was wearing a pair of high-waisted trousers and a satin top. She blushed a bit as she shrugged off her coat and draped it over the chair.

“Oh, you know. I have ...