steaming mug of black coffee under her sister's nose before she could make any further complaints.
"Hmmm, it will either wake me up or put hairs on my chest."
Evette peered into the dark abyss of the mug. She took a tentative sip and spluttered.
"Hairs on my chest," she smiled as she gulped down the coffee.
"Well, what's your grand decision?" Evette prompted.
Nicole took a deep breath and paused for dramatic effect.
"Spit it out. I can't stand the suspense any longer."
Evette placed her mug carefully on her bedside table and leaned back wearily against the pillows, doing her best to give her sister her full attention. This was the most animated that she'd seen Nicole in weeks. It was good to see her smile.
"I forgot you were such a happy morning person, like mom."
"It's the best time of the day," Nicole laughed.
"The birds are singing in the trees. The sun is rising in the sky. The day is fresh and new and we can start over again."
Evette made gagging noises.
"Ok, I get it. You're in an exceptionally, nauseating good mood. Please share your excitement with me."
"I've decided to start my own business."
"Ok," Nicole said, desperately fighting the sleep that was threatening to overwhelm her at any minute. It was much too early in the morning for her. She tried to force some enthusiasm into her voice.
"Fill me in on the details."
Nicole cleared her throat for dramatic effect.
"I've decided to start my own business," she repeated.
"It’s an excellent idea. Congratulations. Well done," Evette said sarcastically. "You couldn't have waited 'til a more civilised time of day to share your news with me?"
She snuggled further under the duvet.
"Sorry Ev. I was excited to tell you. I've been awake half the night thinking about it and putting my ideas together." Nicole looked crestfallen by her sister's reaction. She shuffled her papers together.
"It does sound like a good plan." Evette resurfaced reluctantly from her cosy, warm cocoon.
"You're so organised and efficient by nature, that I'm sure whatever you turn your hand to will turn out to be an absolute success. What exactly is your business idea anyway?"
Nicole's face brightened immediately at her sister's interest.
"I want to start my own wedding planning business and I want you to be my business partner."
Evette shot bolt upright in her bed.
"You want to start a wedding planning business after everything that you've been through? Why on earth would you want to plan other people's weddings?"
"Why shouldn’t I?" Nicole retorted sharply. "I loved planning my own wedding and I've made lots of contacts in the area. Did you know that the wedding industry is worth an estimated seventy million dollars a year?!"
"I did not know that," Evette admitted. Her interest was piqued.
"You know how organised and thorough I am. I think it's an inspired idea. Now that I'm free and single again I thought it would be a good idea to set up my own wedding planning agency. Why not? I've gained a lot of knowledge from planning my own wedding. I've saved many ideas and I've made lots of contacts in the industry already. I love the idea of organising two people's dream wedding.
It would almost be cathartic in a way; just because my own dream wedding didn't work out, doesn't mean that I can't make other people happy. I know I would be a brilliant wedding planner. Every last minute detail would be perfect. I think it might even help to heal my own heart a little."
Nicole's face was alive with her new plans. It was the happiest that Evette had seen her in a very long time. She'd fallen into a deep despair after her last encounter with Paul and this was the first time that Evette had seen her sister smiling in weeks. She groaned inwardly as she forced a smile on her own face.
"Jack is a whizz on the computer," Evette said. "I'm sure he wouldn't mind building a website for us and Ben is a marketing guru. He could give us lots of tips on how to market and sell the website
"Hmmm, it will either wake me up or put hairs on my chest."
Evette peered into the dark abyss of the mug. She took a tentative sip and spluttered.
"Hairs on my chest," she smiled as she gulped down the coffee.
"Well, what's your grand decision?" Evette prompted.
Nicole took a deep breath and paused for dramatic effect.
"Spit it out. I can't stand the suspense any longer."
Evette placed her mug carefully on her bedside table and leaned back wearily against the pillows, doing her best to give her sister her full attention. This was the most animated that she'd seen Nicole in weeks. It was good to see her smile.
"I forgot you were such a happy morning person, like mom."
"It's the best time of the day," Nicole laughed.
"The birds are singing in the trees. The sun is rising in the sky. The day is fresh and new and we can start over again."
Evette made gagging noises.
"Ok, I get it. You're in an exceptionally, nauseating good mood. Please share your excitement with me."
"I've decided to start my own business."
"Ok," Nicole said, desperately fighting the sleep that was threatening to overwhelm her at any minute. It was much too early in the morning for her. She tried to force some enthusiasm into her voice.
"Fill me in on the details."
Nicole cleared her throat for dramatic effect.
"I've decided to start my own business," she repeated.
"It’s an excellent idea. Congratulations. Well done," Evette said sarcastically. "You couldn't have waited 'til a more civilised time of day to share your news with me?"
She snuggled further under the duvet.
"Sorry Ev. I was excited to tell you. I've been awake half the night thinking about it and putting my ideas together." Nicole looked crestfallen by her sister's reaction. She shuffled her papers together.
"It does sound like a good plan." Evette resurfaced reluctantly from her cosy, warm cocoon.
"You're so organised and efficient by nature, that I'm sure whatever you turn your hand to will turn out to be an absolute success. What exactly is your business idea anyway?"
Nicole's face brightened immediately at her sister's interest.
"I want to start my own wedding planning business and I want you to be my business partner."
Evette shot bolt upright in her bed.
"You want to start a wedding planning business after everything that you've been through? Why on earth would you want to plan other people's weddings?"
"Why shouldn’t I?" Nicole retorted sharply. "I loved planning my own wedding and I've made lots of contacts in the area. Did you know that the wedding industry is worth an estimated seventy million dollars a year?!"
"I did not know that," Evette admitted. Her interest was piqued.
"You know how organised and thorough I am. I think it's an inspired idea. Now that I'm free and single again I thought it would be a good idea to set up my own wedding planning agency. Why not? I've gained a lot of knowledge from planning my own wedding. I've saved many ideas and I've made lots of contacts in the industry already. I love the idea of organising two people's dream wedding.
It would almost be cathartic in a way; just because my own dream wedding didn't work out, doesn't mean that I can't make other people happy. I know I would be a brilliant wedding planner. Every last minute detail would be perfect. I think it might even help to heal my own heart a little."
Nicole's face was alive with her new plans. It was the happiest that Evette had seen her in a very long time. She'd fallen into a deep despair after her last encounter with Paul and this was the first time that Evette had seen her sister smiling in weeks. She groaned inwardly as she forced a smile on her own face.
"Jack is a whizz on the computer," Evette said. "I'm sure he wouldn't mind building a website for us and Ben is a marketing guru. He could give us lots of tips on how to market and sell the website
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