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“They deserve each other,” I say.
“Want me to come over?”
“No. I’m just going to sit here and listen to the ocean for a while. The new room has a balcony overlooking the ocean. Evan is going to be pissed when he sees the bill.” I manage a small giggle.
“Good. The cock-sucking douche bag deserves it.”
“Where are you?”
“Sitting on the beach, listening to Evan and Brandi fighting.”
“Still?” I ask, surprised.
“Yup. If I didn’t want to kill him, this would be entertaining. She is ripping him a new asshole,” she chuckles.
“Come by tomorrow morning. We can have some girl time before heading back to reality.”
“What’s the new room number?”
After giving it to her, she says good night and I hang up the phone. I slide my hand over my lap, feeling the silk of my wedding dress one last time before stripping it off and letting it pool on the floor. Stepping out of the dress, I throw it in a crumpled heap on the chair in the corner, half of it falling toward the carpet, and move to pull out a pair of sweats and a t-shirt from my bag. After changing, I slide open the glass doors to the huge terrace and plop myself on one of the lounge chairs.
Breathing in the salty air from the ocean, I try to relax, try to clear my mind, but the events from today swirl around, almost consuming me. Tears roll down my cheeks as the weight of what could have been falls heavily on my shoulders. I almost married a man who had been lying to me for years, and in turn, almost lost a man who is truly good to me—good for me, in every way.
I allowed Evan to make me doubt everything I felt, and now I don’t know what’s real anymore. I sniff, wondering if I can even trust Chase. I want to, but I’m so unsure of what to feel.
Feeling drained, I move to the king size bed and wrap myself in the duvet, just wanting to forget it all and sleep. I haven’t slept well since Evan asked me to marry him, which should have been a sign. I should have listened to my gut. Swiping the remainder of tears from my cheeks, I will myself to stop crying. Evan doesn’t deserve any more of my tears, and Chase . . . well, I’m not sure about him.
The bright sun shining through the glass door
s rouses me. I blink several times before rolling from the bed and stumbling to the bathroom, kicking my wedding dress on the way.
I hear a knock at my door as I exit the bathroom, and open it to find Brenda.
“Good morning,” she smiles, but it doesn’t reach her eyes.
“Hi,” I murmur as she walks past me.
“Do you want me to do something with that?” she asks, motioning her head toward pile of tulle on the chair.
“No, I’m going to donate it. Do you know if Evan left?” I ask.
“Last night. They were still fighting when they got in the cab,” she says, smirking.
“They are so perfect for each other,” I giggle. Her face shows signs of relief as her lower lip twists into a smile. “You don’t have to walk on eggshells, you know. I’m really not that upset.”
“Good,” she breathes. “What do you say we go get breakfast?” She glances at her watch. “Or lunch.”
“It’s Sunday, I believe they serve brunch. I can definitely use a mimosa.”
“Me, too.”
After eating, we relax at our table on the beach, enjoying the beautiful afternoon. The waves crash along the shoreline as the warm sun beats down on our faces.
“This is so nice, I don’t want to go back,” I mutter with my head tipped back, soaking in the rays.
“Hmm,” is all she says.
“It’s too bad I have to go back to work.”
