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professor. She responded to all the messages and began looking at photos from Paris fashion week. On the side of one of the Web sites she was browsing she noticed an ad for a travel company. She clicked on the ad to see various exotic locations listed. There were so many places she could go.
    The woman from the park crossed her mind. Willow opened her design software on her computer. She began to sketch a skirt on a woman’s figure that came on the program. In moments she had redesigned the dress the woman was wearing, giving it a romantic but edgy feel.
    Willow walked into her office. Rolls of fabric sat on the side next to two body forms with fabric pinned to them. Her sewing machine still had the orange thread that was in it from the last dress she created. She remembered that Piper quickly took the dress to wear to a party and got tons of compliments on it.
    Willow studied a few of the sketches she had posted on her project board. She admired the fact that the things she created almost a year ago were still fashionable today. She picked out a sketch of a purple dress and decided that would be her first creation. There would be time for travel, but now it was time to work.

Chapter 3
    â€œI knew that bitch wasn’t shit,” Teri said as she closed the door on Devon’s Lexus.
    â€œCan you not do that now? We have to be there for our friend. No bashing,” Devon argued as she pushed her keyless entry.
    The friends walked up the driveway of Katrina’s house. She had bought her grandmother’s house, which was in Whitehaven, one of the many neighborhoods of Memphis. Devon joked about Katrina living in the hood, but the truth was the part of neighborhood that Katrina lived in still was home to many well-off families. However, if you went down a few streets you would be surrounded by hair supply stores and chicken wing restaurants.
    They could hear music coming from inside the house. Teri rang the doorbell again but got no answer. Devon called Katrina’s phone, which instantly went to voicemail.
    â€œI know she’s in there; her car is in the garage,” Devon declared, pointing at the open garage. “Maybe we should just come back.”
    â€œFuck that,” Teri hissed as she pulled her keys out of her pocket, fidgeting through the gold and silver keys on the ring until finding Katrina’s spare key.
    Teri opened the door and the two walked in.
    â€œTree,” Devon yelled out. “Can you come out here?”
    Both stood in the doorway not wanting to intrude too much.
    â€œBitch, either come out or we are coming in,” Teri yelled while dropping her keys on the coffee table. The two women walked to the back of the dark house.
    Katrina’s door was cracked. The music grew louder and louder as the two walked closer to the bedroom. Teri pushed the door open to find Katrina lying on her back in her bed. She turned the light on while Devon turned down the music.
    â€œYou know when a person doesn’t answer that usually means they are busy or they don’t want to be bothered.” Katrina mumbled without looking away from the ceiling.
    â€œYeah, well that’s when you don’t have friends to come and check on you.” Teri plopped down on the edge of the bed. Katrina still didn’t move.
    â€œSaura called me,” Devon mumbled. “Are you okay?”
    Katrina sat up. “So she called you? Funny that she can call you but didn’t have the common courtesy to call her girlfriend. Or should I say ex-girlfriend. Do you have her new number?”
    Devon shook her head. “She called from a blocked number. I didn’t even speak to her. She left a voicemail telling me that she had made it to Los Angeles and what happened. Tree. I’m so sorry.”
    Katrina got out of the bed. She started pacing the floor. “Don’t be sorry, I’m not. Obviously she did what she felt she needed to do. Fuck me and my feelings. Fuck the fact