"Hillary Madeline Voss!" Nicolette gasped.
"Oh oh, full-name basis? Is that good or bad?" Hillary asked as she pulled out a chair in front of her.
"I don't know," Nicolette admitted, rubbing her face.
A part of her wanted to stand up and scream with joy; another part wanted to knock some sense into Hillary.
What was it going to be?
She leaned against the chair, watching as Hillary studied her face.
"You have to say something, you know," Hillary said, folding her arms across her chest.
Nicolette's eyes dropped to the file on the table, and her heart knotted with joy. The sketches were here. Wasn't that something to be excited about?
"Thank you, Hills. I really appreciate you doing this for me," she finally said.
Hillary sighed and placed a hand on her chest. "For a moment there, I thought you didn't like what I did."
"I like it, and then I don't."
Hillary raised a brow. "What do you mean?"
