Blessing in Disguise

Chapter Three

I Didn't Know

Absentmindedly, Lizzie tucked a strand of hair behind her ear while she opened the door to the apartment she shared with her sister. She would have noticed the hustle behind the door if it had not been for her vibrating phone. Taking out her phone from her pocket, she noticed that it was a text from Charlotte.

Smiling in relief that Charlotte was indeed alive, she read the reply to the text she had sent a couple of days ago. However, once she did, she frowned of the brevity of it.

Hey. Doing fine. Busy with this and that. Should totally do a girl's night out. Let me tell you when.

Lizzie let out a sigh before replying a brief statement that would rival Charlotte's.

Sure.

Once she was in the doorway of her apartment, she finally noticed the hustle and bustle that had been happening for the past two hours or so. Everywhere she looked, dresses covered the living room floor.

Laughing to herself, Lizzie muttered gleefully, "Guess I'm alone tonight." With a wide grin, she added, "Again."

Jane must have heard the rustling and the hushed whisper when she poked her head out of their kitchen, "Oh Lizzie, you're home! I thought you were going to stay at the library and study a little bit more after you called me."

Lizzie shrugged, dropping her book bags and purse onto the maroon leather loveseat they somehow had managed to purchase for a rather great deal. "Didn't want to rack my brains more on a Friday night. So," Lizzie started, with a twinkle in her eyes, "where are you going tonight? This has to be what – the fifth date since you met Charles?"

"Very funny, no – it's the fourth," Jane remarked, to which she got a laugh in reply.

"It's still a lot anyways. Fourth one? You met him last week! You must be glad I introduced you to him, huh?" Lizzie asked cheekily.

"Mmhmm," Jane nodded as she tried to survey the room, hoping to find a dress that stood out from the rest.

"How is it going? Finding the perfect dress?" Lizzie asked, even though the answer was evident.

Jane sighed, shoulders slumping as she looked at the matching maroon clock on their wall. "I have been at this for two hours, and I still can't choose which to wear."

"Well," Lizzie said, staring down at the clothes displayed over the tiled floor, "Where is Charles taking you?"

Jane looked up, blushing as she mumbled, "A restaurant, followed by seeing the Statue of Liberty."

Her eyebrows raised, Lizzie couldn't help but feel a bit astonished. "The Statue of Liberty? Doesn't he know that we have seen that monument at least five hu—"

"He rented it out for the night," Jane muttered, hiding her face behind her beautiful, luscious blonde hair.

Lizzie gaped at her sister incredulously. "What?"

Blushing furiously, her sister sat down on the couch beside her. Glancing outside at the beautiful scenery bestowed in front of them by their gorgeous balcony view, Jane remarked, "I know, you should have seen me when he told me that over the phone. All I could muster out was an 'okay.'"

"Wow. How exactly can you rent out the Statue of Liberty?"

"He rented the boating areas around it so no one can come and see the Statue of Liberty tonight, except us."

"Wow."

"I know."

"...Wow. If I had known the man took you on dates like that, maybe I should not have thrown him your way."