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“Fuck you, Elliot.” I exhale a growl as I shove my phone in the hidden pocket of my knee-length, chartreuse-silk bridesmaid’s dress.
Anger burns in my throat, but I will not cry.
Again.
I won’t ruin my professionally applied makeup.
“Not what I want to hear from my maid of honor!” My cousin Daisy pushes past me into the dressing room suite on the second floor of the Oceanside Hotel. Her vintage Givenchy wedding dress swishes around her knees, and she’s moving fast towards the bathroom. “What happened now?”
I follow her, leaning against the outside wall with a long sigh as she shuts the louvered door. “You know what happened.”
“Idiot Flick again?”
I chew my bottom lip. “He’s not an idiot. He’s just…”
“Controlling, manipulative, unreliable—”
“He’s not coming tonight. He says something came up at work.”
The toilet flushes, and she steps out, washing her hands at the sink. Her brown eyes are narrowed at me in the mirror.
Shame flashes in my chest. “Don’t squinch your little pixie face at me.”
She shakes her blonde head as she dries her hands on the monogrammed towel. “Not my business.”
“Just say it.”
Our eyes meet in the mirror as she taps powder on her forehead and nose. “He pulls a stunt like this at least once a week.”
“You’re saying he doesn’t have to work?” I’m tense, waiting for her to confirm my own fears.
“On a Sunday, at six pm?”
“He has a very demanding job.”
“In garbage?”
“It’s waste management.” I step beside her, fluffing my red hair in the mirror. It falls in large waves around my shoulders. “It’s very lucrative. How do you think he can afford a penthouse apartment in Columbia? Anyway, it’s a far drive, and he just had the Mercedes detailed.”
“The black Mercedes?” She tosses the makeup on the counter and starts for the door. “Don’t the bad guys always drive black Mercedes?”
“It’s a nice car.” My voice is soft, and I’m not even convincing myself.
Hesitating, she returns to where I’m standing, taking both my hands in hers. “Does he make you happy?”
My throat aches, and I hate this question. “I should never have moved in with him. Now all my stuff is at his place.”
“I know two guys who will be happy to help you move.”
Even in heels, her head only reaches my nose. If I leaned forward, I could rest my chin on the top of her head.
“This is not something to worry about on your wedding day. Let’s get back to the party. All that champagne won’t drink itself.”
“Would you do one thing for me? As a wedding gift?”
“I gave you that expensive fondue set you wanted for a wedding gift.”
