Then why did you turn on me? Why did you ruin my life?
“It was seventh grade,” he goes on. “And I realized fast that you were not very popular when I heard other kids making fun of you, and I wanted to stand up for you, but I also wanted to fit in. I was new and didn’t know anyone.”
I want him to know what effect his actions and words have had on me. All the self-help books I’ve read over the years preach closure. Closure is a big thing. Maybe if I could finally get closure, I could finally move past this. “Where were you thinking? I’m thinkingCasa Arrabella,” I say, knowing this place is one of the most expensive restaurants in Burlington. If he’s going to apologize, I’m going to make sure it costs him.
I can almost see the smile on his face when he says, “Great! Yes, I love that place. Great idea. I’m so glad you’re agreeing to come to dinner.”
“Well, like you said, we’ll be family soon,” I point out. “Might as well try to get past all this.”
“I look forward to it, Kayla,” he says. “Just let me know when’s a good time for you, and I’ll call you with the details.”
“Sure, I’ll text you,” I say, my words clipped. I still can’t believe I’m going out to dinner with Matt Moore.
I wonder what Oscar will think about this.
