CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWO –THE STROLL

By the time they emerged back into the bright afternoon sun, Jasmine had to admit she felt worlds better - glowing, refreshed, and much more zen. "You look amazing!" Claire gushed as they strolled down the sidewalk. "The perfect beauty recharge after that wretched Bob incident." Jasmine laughed and linked her arm through her friend's. "You know, you really redeemed yourself today. Despite all the, uh, lively interruptions, this spa trip was exactly what I needed." Claire beamed, giving her arm a squeeze. "What are friends for? And just think - you get to skip back to dating after this little palate cleanser." Jasmine's smile froze as a new wave of dread washed over her. "Ugh, don't remind me! I'm not sure I have the stomach for that anytime soon." Claire winked mischievously. "Oh, don't you worry. If the next guy doesn't pass my vigorous vetting process, he'll have hell to pay!" Linking arms, the two friends strolled off down the sunny street, ready to face whatever adventures -