Ophelia's barking her out of bed got Micky to the auto shop by eight, and she finished by ten. After a few errands, she pulled her once-again trusty Toyota in front of Taryn's uptown apartment building at nearly twelve thirty.
They had known each other since college, and when Taryn was looking for work a few years ago, Micky found a spot for her at the company. While some might have trouble working with a close friend, Micky and Taryn were a dynamic pair who managed to keep their personal relationship from ever interfering with their work.
Now, Taryn's personal life was front and center since she got engaged to her boyfriend of three years. With their work projects consuming most their time lately, Taryn blocked the day to focus on her wedding planning with her two bridesmaids, her cousin, Alexa, and Micky.
Micky got off the elevator and walked down the long, sleek hallway, arriving at Taryn's apartment door and ringing the bell.
The door flew open, and the petite blonde enthusiastically launched into their agenda for the day. Planning was her forte. What the slim, five-foot-two MBA lacked in size, she made up for in intelligence and dogged attention to detail.
"Oh, my God! We have so much to do today. I've been hoarding bridal magazines, and I've started a binder and Pinterest page for all the ideas I have so far. This is going to be so much fun," Taryn exclaimed in her rolling Oklahoma drawl, stretching every consonant. Her eyes lit up.
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