JAG GIVES HER FRIEND A GOOD-NATURED LAUGH ; head tilting backwards, laugh echoing upward into the air. Yvonne was a piece of work in the best way possible. It’s Yvonne’s brutal but honest and straighforward - about others and herself ━ that always catches Jag off-guard. ❛ Yvonne Deschamps being dramatic, what? Never! ❜ Jag puts up her thumb and index finger, holding them together closely so they are almost touching before give a small smile. ❛ Only a little bit. But, it’s nothing I can’t handle. ❜ She hooks their arms together, pulling her friend close into her side. ❛ I sure hope I do. It’s almost as if my job relies on having a good eye. ❜ The woman jests, nudging her friend playfully. ❛ Glowing divorcees, ❜ Jag says lightly, almost to herself, liking how that sounded. Yvonne was right. For the first time in four years since moving to San Fransisco, Jag has been able to sleep at night. The dark circles had begun to lighten, the colour in her cheeks was beginning to rise across the bridge of her nose and she’s even started to feel a lot less dehydration, which was a surprising realization. Jag hadn’t noticed she had been crying so much …
Jag is glad that Yvonne brings up business. As personable as she can be, being a real estate agent is what she’s good at. Sometimes it’s the only think she believes she’s good at. She’s also glad that the topic of business is brought up because she’s had to cut down significantly on her spending habits, as much as she hates to admit it. She doesn’t have the money she once did six months ago ━ not that it was even hers in the first place, but her husbands money she was spending. Now that she isn’t part of Royce and his unlimited cashflow, Jag now had to fend for herself. And that mean being more conscious of how and when she spends her money. ❛ Is it bad that I miss being called wife? Mostly, I miss the ring on my finger. ❜ Jag comments, detouring from the topic for a moment. Lifting her arm left to eye level, maybe just a little higher. Winking one eye closed, Jag looks at the finger that once held a beautiful, and elegant diamond ring. It was stunning, it was classic, and it was perfect. ❛ ━ Who am I kidding? I just liked the way it sparkled, ❜ She ends up admiting with ease, looking out the corner of her eyes toward Yvonne with a slight glint of impish mischievousness in her eyes. Being in the marriage that she was in, Jag knows that it was toxic and it was horrible, and so was Royce ━ though, Jag was just as guilty. Her ostentatious nature was half to blame.
❛ The beach house in Malibu I have three interested parties that want to see the place before it goes on the market. I crunched some numbers, and by all the updates you’ve done to it, you can sell that house for two point five million, easy. ❜ Now, with a topic that the Jag is most comfortable about, words fly out of her mouth most than what she’s said said all day. ❛ The one in North Carolina you haven’t given a price yet, but after going over it all, I’m suggesting one thousand-two-hundred-and-ninety. Then, with some work and negotiations, I’m sure we can get over asking price … ❜
There’s a beat after Jag trails off. ❛ I know you already have great lawyers, but do you need, I don’t know, extra lawyers? ❜ Jag knows that Yvonne wanted to draw out the divorce soley for the fact that it hurts him. Unlike Jag and her situation, Royce controlled everything when it came to the marriage asets. By now, she figures everything has been dealt with, and that she’s legally no longer Jag Morales-Alexander. ❛ Do you need a lawyer for your extra lawyers? ❜
It was an instant eye roll after picking up on Jag’s sarcasm, but soon it was met with the truth that Yvonne was indeed dramatic to some degree. “That is true…If you couldn’t keep up with me then we wouldn’t be best friends.” pointed out the event planner with a proud smile. She appreciated the other woman’s company and support throughout it all that she wouldn’t have it any other way. “Mmm, preach.” They were thriving while surviving the aftermath of their own divorces and the silver lining to it was that they were still on their feet and continuing to live life rather than be in their own grave.
“A label where you belong to someone shouldn’t define you.” she reminded Jag at first. “However, I do understand why you would miss such a thing, loneliness can be a hard pill to swallow on your own.” With a heavy sigh, she didn’t share the sentiment and found solace in her own solitude. To her, she found the divorce as a good thing rather than bad. “At this rate, I might as well buy you a ring.” Soon after, her expression changed into amusement once her best friend admitted to the materialistic aspect of the accessory. “You know what this calls for? Friendship rings…Or Cartier love bracelets. We can never have too much, no?”
Pulling out her iPhone, she went on her Notion app and began looking through the notes she had regarding her properties. Following Jag's response, she began adding onto it with the information given. She trusted her expertise and that she provided valid numbers. Truthfully, the event planner just wanted to move on with her life and not have to deal with her past anymore. However, she knew it would take time (and a lot of money) to have this blown over and out of her way.
“I leave it to you and your team to close it out. You can coordinate with my property lawyers if there’s anything that you need to look over. I already provided them with my expectations.” Speaking of lawyers, Jag brought up a good point. “You know Marlena brought up the same thing. She called it a travesty…I was going to launch my brunch in her face. Moments like that is where I wished there were cameras.” Her tone was volatile and filled with hate as she thought of their annoying mutual acquaintance. “Not at the moment. He’ll budge. I’ll make sure of it, one way or another...He has to.”
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