Atlanta Wears magazine intended to use in their upcoming spread. From flip-flops to low-heeled sandals to drop dead gorgeous three-inch heels, Angelita Feet was becoming the brand everybody wanted and the brand she wanted everyone to know about. Everyone but him.
Lita watched him smile at Sophie, her business partner and best friend, the only one who knew the sordid details of her past. To Sophie, Davi was no more than a stranger, a customer who deserved the best. If only Lita could warn her, tell her to throw him out, tell her not to reveal a single detail of her life to the man responsible for nearly crushing it. But she couldn’t risk exposing herself, so she peeled out of the parking lot and headed north, instead of south toward the airport and her planned vacation to Florida. Sophie wouldn’t tell her father anything, even if she didn’t know who he was. She’d never give a stranger, or the father she knew Lita hated, any personal information. But if he’d shown up at her shop after ten years of no contact, her father was up to something. Damn. Her beach vacation, in the span of seconds, had become a thing of the past. But where should she go?
Just drive, she told herself as she pulled onto I-85 and kept on going, past Atlanta’s affluent Buckhead community, beyond the edges of its perimeter highway and out beyond the teeming suburbs. She drove and drove until her need for a clear-cut plan forced her off the interstate. What now?
She pulled into a gas station and decided a clear plan called for a clear head and that meant caffeine. She purchased a large coffee and, back inside her car, pulled up a map of the southeast on her phone. Where could she hide for awhile until she figured out what to do? A Google search for mountain cabins in the Southeast brought her to a Web page advertising two cabins for rent by the week or month in western North Carolina. Owner Calvin Bloodworth answered on the second ring and the singsong melody of his voice sounded as peaceful to Lita as his description of the brook that ran through the property and the stunning bird’s-eye view the cabins offered.
Both cabins were available, as early March was before the official summer crunch, but only one was ready for occupancy. As the first caller of the season, Lita could rent the smaller cabin for as long as she liked. Since she’d chucked all common sense out the window when she peeled out of her boutique parking lot, she agreed to a two-week rental with an option for more. What better place to hide and figure out what her father was up to than a spot that promised the extremes of both quiet nature and adventure at a leisurely pace? Could it really only take two-and-a-half hours to get a lifetime away?
It wouldn’t be such a big deal to change her plans and stay away a week or so longer than she’d planned. The photo shoot for Atlanta Wears
Lita watched him smile at Sophie, her business partner and best friend, the only one who knew the sordid details of her past. To Sophie, Davi was no more than a stranger, a customer who deserved the best. If only Lita could warn her, tell her to throw him out, tell her not to reveal a single detail of her life to the man responsible for nearly crushing it. But she couldn’t risk exposing herself, so she peeled out of the parking lot and headed north, instead of south toward the airport and her planned vacation to Florida. Sophie wouldn’t tell her father anything, even if she didn’t know who he was. She’d never give a stranger, or the father she knew Lita hated, any personal information. But if he’d shown up at her shop after ten years of no contact, her father was up to something. Damn. Her beach vacation, in the span of seconds, had become a thing of the past. But where should she go?
Just drive, she told herself as she pulled onto I-85 and kept on going, past Atlanta’s affluent Buckhead community, beyond the edges of its perimeter highway and out beyond the teeming suburbs. She drove and drove until her need for a clear-cut plan forced her off the interstate. What now?
She pulled into a gas station and decided a clear plan called for a clear head and that meant caffeine. She purchased a large coffee and, back inside her car, pulled up a map of the southeast on her phone. Where could she hide for awhile until she figured out what to do? A Google search for mountain cabins in the Southeast brought her to a Web page advertising two cabins for rent by the week or month in western North Carolina. Owner Calvin Bloodworth answered on the second ring and the singsong melody of his voice sounded as peaceful to Lita as his description of the brook that ran through the property and the stunning bird’s-eye view the cabins offered.
Both cabins were available, as early March was before the official summer crunch, but only one was ready for occupancy. As the first caller of the season, Lita could rent the smaller cabin for as long as she liked. Since she’d chucked all common sense out the window when she peeled out of her boutique parking lot, she agreed to a two-week rental with an option for more. What better place to hide and figure out what her father was up to than a spot that promised the extremes of both quiet nature and adventure at a leisurely pace? Could it really only take two-and-a-half hours to get a lifetime away?
It wouldn’t be such a big deal to change her plans and stay away a week or so longer than she’d planned. The photo shoot for Atlanta Wears
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