“So what now?”
“Now Fiona and I are enjoying each other’s company while we look for work from inside our suddenly very expensive feeling apartment.”
“I’m so sorry, Lucy.”
“It’s going to be okay.”
“Of course it is.”
“We’re a long way off from having to sell our bodies.”
“If you change your mind, I’m prepared to keep you in business.”
“Thanks, Aiden. That’s very sweet.”
“I didn’t mean it to be.”
“I know,” she said.
“I feel like a dick now.”
“Why?”
“For bragging about my new place when you’re at home considering prostitution.”
“I’m not really considering it.”
“Good. Cause it would never work anyway.”
“Why not?”
“You’d have to price yourself out of the market.”
“I’m that good am I?”
“Better.”
“Thanks.”
“Unfortunately, that doesn’t change the fact that I feel like an ass.”
“You shouldn’t,” she said. “You’ve worked really hard to get to this point.”
It was nice of her to say, but a lot of my achievements were strictly down to luck.
“And knowing you’re that much closer to your dream is a win for me too,” she said. “I’m really proud of you.”
“Thanks.”
“I know this is going to be the beginning of a wonderful career.”
“Hopefully.”
“Before you kick things off, could I ask you a favor?”
“Anything.”
“Would you remind Claire that I’m available to do her friend’s hair for their weddings? Bridesmaids, too. Even mother of the bride, flower girls, catering staff-”