“Not that anyone asked me.” Morgan chimed in. “But, I wouldn't mind the extra help.”
“It's settled then.” Owen said, as he relaxed back into his seat.
It was a huge relief to know that Owen would be with me tonight. I thought about asking him to stay earlier, but didn't want to seem to clingy. Our relationship was still so new, and even though I knew that my feelings were strong I didn't want to scare him off by pushing for too much too soon.
With Morgan's directions, and google maps I was able to find our new apartment complex easy enough. When we pulled into the large parking lot I was in awe by what I seen. There were at least three stories, and I had to admit that the landscaping was gorgeous. The entire building was stone white, and the windows were encased in black. It was very sleek, and modern, and not at all my type.
I found one of the allotted parking spaces assigned to our unit, and parked the old truck. Glancing around the lot, it was easy to see that the people who lived here could afford to do it. I don't think there was a car over five years old in the entire space.
“Damn.” Owen said, as we all got out of the truck.
“Yeah.” I said quietly.
“It's great isn't it?” Morgan gushed, as she slung one of her bags over her shoulder.
It was the first time this entire trip that I saw her willingly pick up one of her own bags. I shook my head. She was definitely in her element now, and I was most certainly out of mine. Owen helped me with the rest of the bags, and then we followed Morgan into the building. I stopped dead in my tracks when we were approached by a doorman. Our building had a freaking doorman? Why?
“Miss Astor.” The man said, extending his hand in greeting. “We've been expecting you.”
“It's so much better in person.” She smiled. “Please tell me our apartment is ready.”
“Of course. Would you like me to escort you?”
“Thank you!” Morgan smiled wide, ignoring Owen and I as she began to follow the doorman towards the elevator.
With the bags in tow the two of us managed to catch up, and soon we were all shut inside the small space. I wasn't fond of elevators. That's not exactly true. It wasn't the elevators that bothered me, it was the people in them. It's hard enough keeping personal space personal on the outside, but when you're jammed into a tiny death box it's so much worse.
Of course our apartment was on the third floor, and when we reached it the doorman stepped off first. We followed him down the hall, to the last apartment on the left. '3D' was hanging on the outside of the door in gold lettering, and when the doorman used his master key to let us in, I thought that Morgan was going to faint.
She stepped inside and squealed obnoxiously, before tossing her bag down and spinning in a circle.
“Get in here, Ronnie!” She called as the doorman took his leave, and left us to our own devices.
When I walked into the apartment I couldn't believe my eyes. It was huge. The door led directly into a bright beautiful kitchen. The floors were a blonde hard wood, and the cabinets and back splash were white. There was an island sitting in the middle, and it's cabinetry was gray as a contrast. The dining room was just off to the side, and it was completely open into the living room.
The entire place was completely furnished. I set my bags down in the kitchen and walked through the dining room, and then living room. There were two doors leading off of it. One to the left, and the other to the right.
“This one's mine!” Morgan said, practically running to the room on the left.
I could feel Owen behind me, as I made my way into my own bedroom. I was shocked when I stepped inside. All of my things had been delivered, and set up. My bed, dresser, even my records. Everything was organized just how I liked it, and I had no idea how it all happened so fast.
“Wow.” Owen said, in awe.
There were two doors in the bedroom, the smaller of the two led to my closet. My clothing was already hung inside of it, and I shook my head in disbelief. Owen opened the door beside it then revealing my very own bathroom. There was a large rectangular shower with glass walls, and a modern take on a claw foot tub. I had a vanity with a bowl top sink, and plenty of storage. My bath towels were even folded the way I liked them.
“It doesn't look like you need much help settling in.” Owen teased.
“I can't believe she did all this.” I said with wonder. “It's only been two weeks.”
“Imagine what she can do in a month.” He teased.
“Do you love it?” Morgan asked, as she came bounding into my room. “I know you're particular about your records, but I made sure that the movers were extra careful with them.”
“It's amazing.” I said taking a few steps towards her, and pulling her into a hug. “Thank you.”
“I love you Ronnie.” She said. “I know we're a long way from where we were, but I just wanted you to know that.”
She pulled away before I could say anything, and then she gave me a warm smile before leaving my room. I appreciated that she was trying to give me space, but I also didn't want her to feel alienated either. She was right, we had some work to do but I was feeling more confused now than ever. I was still excited about the prospect of Sew New, but I couldn't help but feel completely out of place here.
“What are you thinking, Unicorn?” Owen asked, as he rubbed his hand over my back.
“Right now? I'm thinking about that bathtub!
