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    Willow stopped at Starbucks and grabbed two lattes before heading back to her home. She opened the door and found Piper still knocked out. Willow sat on her coffee table and held one of the cups up next to Piper’s face. It only took a second for Piper to smell the amazing aroma and wake up.
    â€œHello, honey,” Piper said taking the cup from Willow.
    â€œI just want to thank you for the smashing job you did dusting around this place.” Willow ran her finger over the lamp sitting on the coffee table next to the couch. She held the dirty finger up.
    â€œI got all your mail at least.” Piper flashed her pearly whites.
    Willow joined Piper on her couch. “So you didn’t go home with Corrie I see.” Willow sipped her latte.
    Piper rolled her eyes. “I am so over her. Do you know she actually has a girlfriend now but was still trying to go home with me? Fucking hell if I did. I am so over her and her bullshit. Moving on, how are you, babes? How does it feel to be back in the big city?”
    Willow shrugged her shoulders.
    â€œWell there is a big party tonight at Heaven. Word on the street is that Gaga is going to do a surprise show, or maybe it was Madonna? Who cares, it going to be huge.”
    Willow stood up. “Yeah, the idea of spending the night dancing with a bunch of gay men doesn’t sound appealing to me.”
    â€œThere will be tons of girls there, too, you know. Time to get you back out in the dating world.” Piper flung one of her long legs in the air. “Get someone in between those legs.”
    â€œCan you put that down?” Willow said as she pushed Piper’s leg down.
    â€œSeriously, girl, you have had some hard times. I want to see you have some fun.”
    Willow sat back down on the couch. “Hey, Pipe, have you ever been to America?”
    Piper frowned. “Once with my family; we went to New York. I don’t know why people get so excited over that place. It felt like here except with bad accents and ugly cabs. Why do you ask?”
    â€œI feel like I’m torn. On one hand I really want to get into designing again,” Willow said watching Piper’s eyes brighten at the thought of new clothes for her to wear. “But on the other hand I want to experience something new. Hey how about we do it like we used to and hit a place for the weekend? Let’s go to Paris or something.”
    Piper ran her hand through her long hair. “As great as that sounds I have a small problem. I have a job to go to.”
    â€œWhat?” Willow was shocked.
    â€œMy fucking parents are on this whole grownup kick and threatened to cut me off if I didn’t start working at my father’s stupid office. I spend my days in ugly heels fetching coffee like a bloody servant.”
    Willow couldn’t believe her ears. She listened to Piper talk about working at her father’s doctor’s office. Her father was one of the best plastic surgeons in London who only did work for high-paying clients. Piper complained about the work, but couldn’t help but love the idea of seeing all the famous people who came in for consultations or to get work done. Willow realized quickly that if Piper had a job it really meant it was time for her to figure her life out.
    The two finished catching up before Piper had to leave to go get ready for work. Willow promised to think about going to Heaven. The club was the biggest gay club in London, and she hadn’t been since way before her father got sick.
    Willow closed the door behind her friend. She pulled out the only cleaning products she had in the house. She turned on a music station on her television and started cleaning. Two hours later her home was dust and dirt free and she was exhausted.
    Willow opened her MacBook to check her e-mail. She didn’t realize how long it had been since she checked e-mails. She had messages from old fashion school classmates and even one from a