Just seeing Pauline had already put her in a better mood. Some of the tension in her shoulders and neck began to ebb away. Pauline would help focus her back on the task at hand, give her ways to put Omar out of her mind. Pauline was that kind of girl. Though she’d married the man she believed was the love of her life, when she realized they were on two different paths, she didn’t waste time. Yes, she tried to see if things could be salvaged. But when she knew they couldn’t, she moved on. Pauline hurried across the restaurant floor toward her, beaming. Her natural hair was styled in an afro, and she was wearing a hot pink headband that matched her hot pink shirt. Her tight jeans highlighted her shapely figure. As usual. She had curves, and liked flaunting them. “Hey, Gabrielle,” she said as she reached the table. “Sorry I’m late.” “No worries,” Gabrielle said. “I’ve only been here about ten minutes.”
