“You will have to pardon the interruption. The babies have been out for a late walk,” Angelique said, then she spoke in French to someone in a different room—I assumed whoever had let the dogs back into the house.
I picked up Claudette and sat her on my lap. She obliged by promptly licking my face and making me giggle. “Thank you for your kisses.” I laughed and petted her head. At that second, I caught Trey’s eyes—he’d been staring at me with an odd look on his face.
I couldn’t quite figure out what it meant, but I didn’t think about it too much.
The dogs were taking up my attention at the moment.
Marcel began speaking, “As my wife was saying, you two have been all over social media—as well as the regular media.”
I gazed up and looked at Marcel, and nodded.
Before I’d showered, I hit up all the links that Gigi had sent me.
She’d wanted to talk, but Trey and I had been summoned to the owners’ house.
And it was already getting late.
I didn’t want to make them wait any longer than they already had.
Gigi had always been insanely organized. Even as a kid. That was why she’d been picked for captain more often than not.
If you needed a team to run well, and efficiently—you picked her.
And, just like in typical Gigi fashion, she had all of the links under headings.
Like, ‘Dancing at the bar,’ ‘Wedding chapel,’ ‘Tattoo parlor,’ ‘Hotel,’ ‘Cab ride makeout sesh,’ etcetera.
You get the picture.
After I watched everything Gigi had sent—I quickly got into the shower.
And cried.
It was freaking horrible.
Having my whole life out there for everyone to see—sucked big, huge donkey balls.
Normally, when I screwed up, there might be a poorly shot phone pic or two.
But the video evidence on social media this time was undeniably awful.
Watching Trey and I dance, and party—and get married—oh, my gosh.
It was all too much.
I’d out and out sobbed in the privacy of my own shower.
There had been more than enough times when I’d messed up in my life.
Too many to count.
But the deep, horrifying shame I’d felt while watching all those clips, and scrolling the pics—I felt that deep in my soul.
The only saving grace was that my mother wasn’t here to see it.
She hadn’t been here to see anything in the last twelve years.
I missed her every day.