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While the idea is far-fetched and unbelievable, I had to find out exactly what all the hype was about. One customer sobbed into a tissue with gold stars and called the experience life-changing. Another customer left with a box calledYou Are the Whole Damn Packageand said for the first time since getting dumped, she felt a new sense of peace. Blackwood is calling her products ‘healing with humor.’
Final thoughts: It’s messy, emotional, and somehow works. I arrived at the shop ready to roll my eyes and left with a bath bomb labeledBlocked & Bathing. I dropped it into my bath water last night and enjoyed the fragrance and sense of well-being. If healing feels this good, then maybe chaos deserves a crown. Only time will tell.
I couldn’t believe that wretched bitch actually gave Willa’s shop a good review.
“Hey.” Charlie smiled, walking into my office. “Did you see the article in Page Six?”
“Just read it.” I held up my phone.
“I was worried when you told me she was in Willa’s shop yesterday.”
“So was I.”
“Did Willa see the article?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t had a chance to call her yet. I’m sure she would have called me.”
Suddenly, Willa appeared in my office doorway, doing a little dance.
“Sweetheart, what are you doing here?” I smiled, standing from my chair.
“Did you see the article?” she asked.
“I did.” I kissed her.
“I told you she was unhappy. Did you see the part where she used the bath bomb and felt a sense of well-being?”
“I did.” I smiled. “I’m so proud of you.” I hugged her tightly.
“Thank you, Damien. Okay, I’m off to the shop.” She grinned. “I have three interviews set up for sales associates.”
“Good luck.” I kissed her goodbye.
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Two Months Later
We satin the middle of the nursery, surrounded by more gifts than we could ever have imagined, thanks to the incredible baby shower that Lucy Vale and Charlie’s wife, Donna, threw for us. We already had the walls painted a light pink with bright white molding, and white furniture graced the room with a large pink swivel glider by the window and a matching ottoman.
“Aw, look at how sweet this is.” Willa grinned, holding up a newborn baby sleeper with tiny pink roses.
“It’s very cute.” I smiled.
“Look at all these headbands. I hope she’s bald. Were you bald as a baby?” Willa asked.
“Yes. I was.”
“Yay!” Willa clapped. “So was I. So that means Daisy will be bald and look adorable wearing these fabric headbands.”
“You don’t know that for sure, sweetheart.”
“What?” Her brows furrowed. “That our baby won’t look adorable in these?” She held the headbands up.
“No.” I chuckled. “That she’ll be bald. Just because we both were, it doesn’t mean our daughter will be.”
“Shut your mouth, Blackwood. She’s going to be bald.”
“Okay. I apologize.” I grinned, leaning over and kissing her.