Dear Diary the life of Belle Black

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I glance through thru my blackberry for my to do list carefully checking each item
8:00 Gym, 9:30 Grocery shop, 10:15 Shop for a gift for moms birthday, 12:00 Salon appointment. I glimpse down at my watch as I pull my Mercedes into the parking garage of Salem place. I wonder aimlessly up and down the aisles of a home décor store. I have no idea what to get. I pick a few things up then back down. Fashion, I know about home furnishing not so much. I browse the store for a good twenty minutes. Still nothing is catching my eye that is until I look outside the store window and see that Victoria secrets was having one of their 40% off sales. I exit the store without purchasing anything.


I walk into the lingerie section. I look over the normal displays of chemises and robes summer pastels, and floral overfill the racks. I grab one and put it back down as I think about the run in with Shawn. I see a black corset with matching garter. I picture myself not with Philip but with Shawn. A smile forms on my face as I picture his reaction. I move the hangers around looking for my size. “Perfect… one left.” I bit down on my bottom lip as the saleswoman rings up my purchase. “Will this be all for you today?” she asks in a super friendly voice that screams she working for commission.

I think about it as I hand her my credit card. “101 things to do in bed that he’ll love,” I say to myself. I shake my head and utter the word “NO” I put my credit card back in my wallet. “ I think I have some more shopping to do” before I knew it I maxed out my credit card. So here I am carrying six very large pink bags with a receipt inside for just under two thousand dollars. They tug at my already sore shoulders as I make my way to the Salon for my usual manicure and pedicure.

“ Hey Myra, I’m here for my 12:00 o’clock appointment” I walk over and browse through the endless supply of nail polish. I pick up my usual for a French manicure, and then place it back down. I sit down with my color and Myra gives me this “ Are you sure” eye. As I hand her the Cherry red bottle of paint. I arch my eyebrow and smirk.

“ Myra I couldn’t be more sure”

She looks down at my bags, the advertisement in Bold Silver letters written across them and winks at me. “ It’s about time Isabella” this coming from the same woman who’s been doing my nails for the past three years. I smile at her then confidently tell her

“ Please call me Belle, Isabella is so formal” I sit back in my chair as she completes my manicure then onto my feet. We chat idly about the usual stuff but as she is talking I can’t help but get my mind off of the one thing that has been driving me crazy all day. Shawn Brady.