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"I can't wait to move in and begin the immersive component of Reach--” Mia paused, waiting until everyone was literally waiting with bated breath. “Twenty-four seven mentoring."
I had to bite my lip to stop from bursting into laughter. Beside me, Rachel was fighting the urge to meltdown. Her eyes were practically out of her skull. Her face was red from holding back her true reaction: fury. She was struggling to act like this was all part of the plan. After all, if she didn't act like she was on board, she would look like a diva.
Mia turned to face Rachel, clutching a hand to her chest with adoration. "The late night rom-com marathons, clubbing, concerts, shopping, script evaluations--I can't wait to share my life with you, Ms. Laraby. I can already feel the positive impact of the Reach experience...and we're just getting started." She led the applause then urged the audience to get on their feet.
I joined them, grinning deviously down at Rachel's shell-shocked face.
Checkmate.
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What's the worst that can happen?
That was the thought that flitted through my mind as I tried to give myself a pep talk, four blocks from the restaurant where my mother and Alicia were finally meeting. To talk about the wedding.
Me, my mom, and Alicia. Talking about the wedding of my nightmares.
And you just said the jinx of all jinxes, I thought silently, inner voice wagging its finger disapprovingly. You are so screwed.
I took a deep breath and pushed myself forward. I didn't believe in jinxes anyway. And after the week I'd had, I had every right to be optimistic.
It started off with Mia's slap down of Rachel at the conference. To Rachel's horror (and my delight) it wasn't some sort of practical joke. To make sure Rachel didn't just pull of her mask once the cameras stopped rolling, Mia picked a photographer to shadow her throughout the experience to capture every second. I almost felt sorry for Rachel as Mia started talking about sleepovers and 'braiding each other's hair'. Monique commented that she hadn't seen me so happy since Jacob proposed. She seemed so sure it was due to the positive reception Reach got at the question and answer session that I didn't have the heart to tell her it was because seeing Rachel terrified felt like Christmas morning.
That was Monday. Tuesday brought an actually civil conversation with Natasha, I got something other than glares at Missy's meeting on Wednesday, and Thursday Jacob surprised me with omelets in bed. I'd been so cloud nine, deliciously optimistic that when my mother suggested a ladies brunch, I'd almost auto-replied yes.
Almost.
I hadn't been nearly apprehensive enough, but I was making up for it with each step that brought me closer to the Plum Cafe. After meeting Megan there for crepes since we discovered it a month ago, it had become one of my splurge worthy stops in the city. It was extremely pretentious with its blaring white walls and artisan pieces that looked like they’d copy and pasted the showroom at West Elm. One bite of their berry and cheese crepe and all was forgiven.
I'd chosen a striped shirt dress that was light enough that I was cool despite the nearly triple digit weather, but not sheer enough that I'd give everyone a preview of my underwear. It was just the right amount of casual and dressy that I felt comfortable without looking intentionally dressed down. And comfortable was good. Comfortable was exactly what I needed to face lunch with my mother and Alicia.
I pushed my shades up, pinning my dark curls away from my face as I stepped up to the door. The hostess gave me a smile of recognition and I felt the heat rush to my cheeks. That had been happening a lot more lately. Probably because the news got wind of our wedding date and suddenly our nuptials were plastered all over the place. A real Cinderella Story, proof dreams really do come true.
"Miss Montgomery!" she gushed, every tooth in her mouth gleaming at me. "Your party's already waiting."
I frowned, not believing they were here and I didn’t know it through means other than the hostess’ declaration. I'd half expected I'd hear them before I saw them, shouts ringing out above the painfully abstract indie music pilfering from the speakers.
Both women had strong personalities, thinking their way was the only right way and everyone else was doing it wrong. I figured I'd be the referee; it was the reason I'd all but jogged the half a mile from the office, wanting to get in the middle before blood was shed. I wasn't betting on silence or the two women behaving.
"Is everything alright, Miss Montgomery?"
I cleared through the haze, blinking rapidly as I stepped out of my head and tuned into what the hostess was trying to say. Her big brown eyes were round with concern, mouth pulled into a hesitant frown of her own before she started sputtering an apology.
"I'm so sorry, I just think you and Jacob are adorable..." She clasped a hand over her mouth like she'd just said a cuss word.
I would have chuckled if I didn't know her overcompensating for some mistaken slight wasn't rooted in reality. Despite having ‘cafe’ in the title, the restaurant was no stranger to A list clientele--along with A-list attitudes.
"It's alright," I reassured her with a smile. "We don't get adorable very often. Mismatched, maybe. Adorable? Not so much."
Relief flooded her face as she returned the smile. "Well, most people are idiots." She moved to the front of the hostess stand. "Right this way."
I maneuvered through the sleek tables, smirking at the myriad of women still wearing their oversized shades indoors and men with their eyes glued to their phone screens. Waiters in white shirts, black slacks, and weary plastic smiles rotated around the room like parts of a carousel. Round and round, like the knots that rolled and tightened in my stomach as we moved closer to what I knew would be nothing but drama. We stepped up to the table where Mom and Alicia were both quietly sipping glasses of wine. Both women's faces brightened when they saw me, the same relief the hostess wore when she realized I wasn't going to demand her job on a silver platter. It was the relief of being put out of your misery.
I pulled out the chair in between them and ordered a glass of wine of my own. I was gonna need it.
Mom was the first to reach over, the sides of her mouth nearly reaching her hairline. Everything about her face looked strained and pushed to the limit, intensified by her heavy makeup and gray lined hair pulled into a tight, high bun. "It's so good to see you sweetie." She leaned in and kissed my cheek. "You look lovely." She cupped my cheek, eyes narrowing me as she inspected me closer. "And thinner. Though I guess at all of these fancy restaurants they only give you a spoonful or two of food and call it a day--"
"But thin is good," Alicia interrupted smoothly. Her feline features shone as her lips split into a glittering grin. "Thin means beautiful wedding pictures."
