“Ms. Rodriquez, wake up. You’re going to be late,” Terri nudged her gently.
Hearing the word late caused Tierra to instantly sit up and open her eyes. Terri was standing in front of her holding a garment bag.
“It’s 7 O’clock. Did you forget, your dinner with Malcolm? You have an hour to get there. Your car will be here in 30 minutes.”
“Thank you,” Tierra said, wiping her eyes and rushing into her private bathroom.
Fifteen minutes later she came out wearing a red dress with a fitted bodice, scooped neckline, scrunched waistband that flared out with various lengths of cascading sheer fabric. The jaw dropping dress stopped just at below her knees. On Tierra everything was breathtakingly beautiful, and this one of a kind creation was no different.
“Ms. Rodriquez, can I ask you a question, woman to woman?”
“Sure.”
“Do you really think Mr. Turner is the right man for you?”
“What does everyone have against him?” Tierra asked, turning to face Terri.
“I don’t know about anyone else. But as for me, he seems devious. I’ve heard you say more than once, that God can send you a message through anyone and in anyway. What if we are all delivering a message that he isn’t your God-sent, like you think he is?” Terri asked as she handed Tierra her Ruby earrings, and matching gold necklace with a Ruby heart slider.
Tierra put on her jewelry as Terri made her way out of the office. She sat down on her chaise and picked up the picture of her grandma off a nearby table, and whispered, ‘Is love really supposed to be this hard, Abuel?’
“Ok… yes… she’ll be right down,” Terri said into the phone. “The car is here,” she informed Tierra standing at her door, pausing before continuing, “Be careful boss, ok?”
“I will. Thanks Terri,” they hugged before Tierra exited and made her way to the car that awaited her on the street below.