Shuki had given her a major eyebrow raise last night when she’d admitted she hadn’t told Ayala about the event
Dini looked at herself in the mirror; yes, her new cashmere wrap was perfect for this occasion. The opening event for the Chesed Tzirel volunteer club! She smiled to herself at how quickly she’d put it all together, all on her own.
Then she frowned. On her own. Shuki had given her a major eyebrow raise last night when she’d admitted she hadn’t told Ayala about the event. And it was making her feel guilty.
Should she call her right now? There was still time for Ayala to get here from RBS, if she hopped on a bus this second. Dini’s finger hovered over her phone. It wouldn’t be a quickie invite. In fact, it would be a majorly awkward conversation, in which Dini would have to explain why she’d planned the entire thing behind Ayala’s back to begin with — when Dini wasn’t even quite sure herself.
No, better to deal with Ayala after the event was over.
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