"Alright then, but I heard you need to book that place in advance. Can we still get a table?"
"Of course! There's nothing a little money can't solve," Celeste said, tapping away on her phone. "My treat this time, and if you argue, I'm not speaking to you again."
Caitlin chuckled. "Okay, okay, I'll let you have your moment."
"Great! I'm going to get ready then." A dinner at a beautiful riverside restaurant with a gorgeous friend called for a full-glam look. She had been lying in bed all morning because of the pain and hadn't even washed her face.
"Sounds good," Caitlin nodded. "I'll get some work done. Just let me know when you're ready."
"You got it."
Humming a tune, Celeste went to get ready, while Caitlin opened her laptop to work.
Two hours later, Celeste emerged, fully dressed and made up, with her favorite bag slung over her shoulder. "Catie, I'm ready to go!"
"Coming."
Caitlin closed her laptop. She was dressed simply in a white top, black pants, and combat boots. Even without a trace of makeup, she was breathtakingly beautiful, evoking the lines of a poem: *Fingers like sculpted jade, lips like juicy peach, each step a delicate dance, a peerless marvel in this world.*

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