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“Yes, it’s kind of complicated. She’s still my best friend, but there are moments when all I can reduce her to is her in bed with the one I . . .”
“I’m so furious at him right now myself.”
We half smile at each other. I take it as a good start, her opening up to me.
“Thank you. It must have been hard to relive.”
“Well, well, let me guess. Damien isn’t far away in this case. One day you have to tell me the secret of why he always comes back to you?”
I turn around, seeking the source of our interruption. My stomach turns at hearing Damien’s name out of her mouth. The day arrived. I mean, what were the chances of coming to his playground and not find even one of his former playmates? She is brunette, wearing more skin than a dress, trying for sophistication, but failing. The slit goes so high, exposing her intimate parts. She stares at Chloe, raw envy clouding her eyes. She doesn’t even try to hide it.
“Hello to you too, Kate.” Her eyes travel up and down me and she sticks her nose up.
“I’m sorry, and you are?”
I curve my lips in the most bright, fake smile I can, and in a sweet voice, I answer, “Bria, Damien’s fiancée.”
Her face drains of color, and she steps back. Another heavy stone drops from my shoulders. These women might know how he looks naked but have never had the slightest glimpse inside his heart. I don't know why I was jealous of them because right now, I feel stupid that I ever was.
“Excuse me?”
She’s either obtuse or scandalized. I believe the former.
“Kate, I’m sure you heard her right the first time.”
“It can’t be. It’s impossible.”
“Even though the proof is right in front of you? Naivety doesn’t suit you.”
“I never liked you, you conceited bitch.”
“No need to get personal. It’s not my fault you choke on the truth. Keep moving.”
Chloe ushers her out of the way. She turns around and leaves but still glances at us from over her shoulder, and her expression etched in disbelief. We burst into laughter, oh yes, we are going to be fast friends.
“Chloe, do you want to come with us tomorrow to my bridal session?”
Her expression transforms with surprise, and her eyes fill with happiness at the prospect, a slight blush coloring her cheeks.
“Yes, but stop surprising me, okay?”
“I can’t promise that.”
“Yes, I guess you wouldn’t keep Damien on his toes if you were anything else. You were brilliant in how you handled the situation. He didn’t care much who came to his bed if they fit the profile.” I noticed, but I don’t say it out loud, instead chew on my lower lip.
“I dreaded the idea, but I knew that eventually I would have to face it. It wasn’t as bad as expected.”
“He loves you like I never thought possible of a man loving a woman,” she says, and it’s the vulnerability I glimpse in her eyes that causes my voice to break.
“Chloe . . .” She waves me off and plasters a smile on her face.
“It’s okay. I’m not as broken as you might believe.”
“Yes, because you’re that strong also.”
“Thank you.” Moments pass, and when we stand at the sink, our eyes meet in the mirror. “The first time we met, we were both suspicious, and we didn’t take the chance to get to know each other. But the more time I spend with you, the more I like you.”
“The feeling is mutual.”
