ense, but yeah, they’re getting married. Legit married. No joke. They’re going to elope sometime soon. I’m not supposed to be telling you. They want to tell you themselves. They were going to tell both of us at the same time.
ME: Why? I don’t get it. Neither of them even believe in marriage.
BORA: They said they were tired of wasting time and wanted to be together. I don’t know. Don’t ask me to explain either of them. Have you met them? It’s just crazy they wasted that many years only to end up together now. What was the point in waiting, you know?
It definitely seems like a major waste of time.
BORA: What are you doing tonight?
Typical Bora. Shifting the conversation from something too heavy to something lighter.
ME: Going to Silk.
My head is a little cloudy when I walk back out. I even check to make sure I put eyeliner on both eyes.
Ruby and Bella are flipping through some of my other designs when I walk out, but her wedding dress has been torn out and marked as perfect. I smile, then roll my eyes. They’re going to think I’m full of myself when I send it to Design Room Two for material matching.
“You’re amazing at this,” Bella states, salivating as she looks through the designs.
“I’ll send you some of the Pretty Posh sample clothes. We always have too many samples made when we’re testing the line before launching it. Ruby has been getting the stuff for years.”
Ruby grins, and Bella almost bounces on the bed.
“Only if you’re just going to throw them away,” Bella quickly adds. “I don’t like for people to pay for things for me.”
“Most of the unused samples just get tossed in the never-ending piles of storage,” I assure her.
She goes back to bouncing.
“I’m ready,” I tell them, taking one last look in the mirror and trying not to let my parents’ random reconciliation irk me the way it is.
***
I can’t go to lunch with him. What was I thinking?
I’ll just have to find a reason to cancel, because it’s stupid to even consider being alone with him. I haven’t even started the healing process yet, so this is definitely not a step in the right direction.
In fact, I’m so miserable that I can’t even pretend to have fun in the middle of everyone around me who is having fun.
Nothing has changed. Jax has already proven I’m nothing special to him, even though I really wish…
Not doing this to myself. Nope. Not going to keep entertaining my wishy-washy emotions tonight.
Silk is packed, and I’m on my third glass of… something strong. I don’t know. Ruby is trying to keep me from focusing on the fact this place is jammed with people, so she’s getting me drunk. Or attempting to. I’m not quite there yet.
Britt is a hellcat on the dance floor, and if she didn’t have an overprotective Sterling entourage that kept men at bay with one warning glower, she’d be getting dragged out of here by some of the men who have been drooling all night.
My hot pink shirt shows just enough of my stomach off to be sexy. I let loose, moving with the music, and forgetting all about the fact my life lately sucks.
And the fact my parents are back together.
It doesn’t make sense. They’ve spent so many years apart—almost our entire lives—yet now they’re picking up where they left off?
Because I’m with Ruby, no guy is brave enough to try to dance with us. She’s a bit of a bitch when she wants to be. All the tats and piercings work with her sneer when she turns on her “fuck off” attitude. I’m grateful for it tonight.
I start laughing when I hear “Shake That Ass Bitch” start blaring over the speakers for the third time since we’ve been here. Corbin curses Ruby while stalking onto the dancefloor—already shirtless—and begins to freaking twerk.
Long story.