Wordle by Wordle: Day 73
Wednesday, March 13, 2024
Wordle #998 - LOCAL
Chapter 9.
Even if I weren’t anxious about meeting Austin, I would still be intimidated by the prospect of going inside Early Morning Yoga. It’s so… bougie.
“Early Morning Yoga” has been shortened to “EMY” inlaid in white marble above the entrance to the studio. Through its vast floor-to-ceiling windows, I can see gleaming wood floors, artfully exposed beams, and enough plants to make a greenhouse jealous.
Dozens of Lululemon-clad women mingle inside, rolling up their mats and taking swigs from their Hydro Flasks. Clearly a favorite spot among the local Birkin Mom population.
It looks like class is letting out and I’ve already been lingering outside for too long. Now’s the time to make a move without drawing attention.
Much to my own chagrin, I’ve decided to put the cursed blonde wig back on, though I won’t be posing as Olive. I just need to disguise my poofy red hair—regrettably, my most notable feature—and hope that Bree via Austin won’t be able to suss out who I am.
I smooth down the wig self-consciously as I slip past the exiting women and make my way toward the welcome desk.
“Hello, can I help you?” The young woman behind the desk chirps at me, a neon “om” symbol washing her in warm white light. She eyes my slouchy sweater and laptop bag—clearly unequipped for a yoga class.
“Hi. I’d like to speak with Austin Early, please,” I say more confidently than I feel.
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