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She laughed. “Everything!”
“Fine.” I groaned and turned to face her head on. “He’s amazing, okay? I’m completely smitten, and I feel like a total idiot for it.”
“Why?” Bethany asked. “Smitten is a good thing.”
“Not right now.” I sighed. “I just got my heart stepped on. I don’t know if falling for another guy is the best decision right now.”
“You can’t control when these things happen,” Bethany said. “Sometimes, you just meet someone and boom. The rest is history.”
“Easy for you to say,” I said. “You met the love of your life while you were still a kid.”
“I got lucky,” Bethany admitted. “This thing with Michael, is it serious?”
“We—”
Before I could finish my sentence, a familiar face caught my eye. Joshua was walking past the shop. He stopped right outside and looked around for a few seconds. My feet were frozen in place. I told myself to move, to duck behind the rack of dresses and hide, but I couldn’t. I just stood there and stared until, finally, he kept walking.
“Was that Joshua?” Bethany asked, her eyes wide.
“Yup.” I shook my head and exhaled slowly. “That was close.”
“You haven’t seen him since the breakup?” Bethany asked.
“God no,” I said. “And I don’t plan on it.”
“How do you feel about everything?” Bethany asked. “I mean, now that you’ve met someone new? Do you miss Joshua at all?”
I paused to think. My immediate answer would have been no, but this was my sister I was talking to. I wanted to tell her the truth, even if I didn’t want to admit it to myself.
“Sometimes,” I said softly. “But it’s not really him that I miss. Just the routine we used to have. Honestly, I barely think about him anymore.”
“Really?” Bethany asked. “So, then… Michael?”
“I don’t know how serious we are,” I said. “But I like him a lot.”
“Are you sleeping with him?” she asked.
“Personal much?” I laughed.
“I used to change your diapers,” she said with a scowl. “Just tell me.”
“Yes,” I said. “We’re sleeping together.”
“So, things are pretty serious then?” she asked again.
“They’re moving in that direction,” I said.
Bethany beamed and returned her attention to the task at hand. She quickly found me four dresses to try on, three of which were the perfect shade of blue to match my eyes. I grabbed a black dress that I thought would look great on me and hurried into the dressing room.
After trying on all the dresses, I still hadn’t found the right one. Bethany pushed for one of the blue ones, but it didn’t feel right. I wanted something perfect, something striking but elegant.
“You’re being too picky,” Bethany said.
“I just want to look nice,” I said defensively.
“And you will,” Bethany said. “But you just have to pick one. You look amazing in all of them.”
“You’re my sister,” I said. “You have to say that.”
