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“It’s not like that. Come on. You all know how I am. You know about my history with Seth. I’m not going to let some gorgeous guy ruin my chances again. Hello, isn’t that what this whole group is all about?”
“Well, in reality, I’m pretty sure it’s just about drinking drinks at happy hour and having an excuse to eat cheesecake on Thursdays,” Julie piped in after leaning over to smell the roses. “They’re beautiful, by the way.”
“Come on, give her a break,” Kate demanded. “There’s nothing wrong with a guy bringing roses, that’s for sure. It’s not like anyone’s running down the aisle or anything.”
The women looked at each other, nodding, a silent submission to the fact marriage was still off the table—at least for most of them. Things had certainly changed lately.
“Wine, anyone?” Melody asked, looking around.
“Yes, please,” almost every single woman said in unison as Georgie delivered Rachel her crab dip and cheesecake.
“A man who brings roses is always okay in my book,” she whispered so quietly that only Rachel could hear.
Rachel thought it an odd statement, but she just shrugged.
They spent the rest of the night laughing about the latest Facebook post by Rachel’s mother and the new guy at Julie’s office. When they left and the apartment was quiet again, Rachel mourned a bit for the loss of their energy.
Full of wine and alone, she stared for a moment at the roses on the counter, the card with Zander’s handwriting still stuck there. Rachel hobbled to the counter on her crutches, touching the card and thinking about the man who was stealing her thoughts more and more these days.
Goodness, she was losing it in this apartment. She was truly circling into the depths of madness.
After all, she was in the No Brides Club. She was in a group of women so adamant about not marrying that they had a club just for the sole purpose of reminding themselves not to walk down the aisle. And even though some of the women had recently been shaken by love and the basic tenets of the club were loosening up, Rachel wasn’t ready to let go of her promises. She wasn’t ready to fall in love again—was she?
Still, as Rachel climbed into bed later thinking about the way Zander’s hair fell in his face in a sexy, come-hither way, she couldn’t help but wonder if the club she joined three years ago might not be the club she could belong to forever.
Maybe some things did change with time, and maybe there were some promises you just couldn’t keep.
