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CHAPTERFIFTY-TWO
Snow
“You’ve been on quite a journey.” Ariel smiles at me.
“I have. Months ago, a year ago, I didn’t know where I would be.”
“I think you’re stronger than you were when we started talking. Took guts to stand up to Ben like you did. We didn’t talk right after all of that, but how did that feel?”
“Amazing. I got to look him in the face and stand my ground. I didn’t let his insults get to me.” I sigh.
“I’m so proud of you,” Ariel replies, folding her hands and resting them on her lap.
“Thank you. You’ve helped me through all of this,” I tell her. “I couldn’t have done this without you.”
“It was all you. I was here to listen. But I’m sure you would have gotten through somehow.” She nods to the door. She’s saying the men in my life would have helped.
“I love them.” I giggle, hugging a throw pillow to my chest.
“And they love you,” she says, grabbing her notepad and crossing her legs. “We all see it. You’ve found happiness.”
“I have. I found a home, love, even Harvey.” I chuckle.
“I’m sure others would disagree about Harvey.” She snorts.
“After all of that, my parents reached out to me,” I say with utter contempt and disbelief, although I shouldn’t.
Ariel leans in. “And what happened?”
“They wanted to talk. That they didn’t really know who Ben was or what he was doing. I told them to fuck off. I called them liars to their faces. And then proceeded to tell them that they were no longer a part of my life. I have a new family. When they resorted to name-calling, I hung up. I was their cash cow. The only thing that kept them in their important circles. The ballerina, the star for them to gloat about. The only reason they called is because they’re broke. Oh, well.” I shrug.
“I’m glad you told them to fuck off.” She grins, tapping a pen against her notepad.
“Me too. It felt just as good as standing my ground with Ben.”
“And how are things with London being home?” She arches a brow in question.
“Good. Really good.” So good. . .
“Say no more.” She huffs out a laugh.
“Sorry.” I shrug.
“I’m really happy for you,” she says.
“Thank you. I’m sure you’re dying for one of the beignets Shane and Abby are making.” I smirk, knowing full well she is.
“You know it.” She titters, and we stand from our seats.
“Where do you put all the food you eat? Wait, I don’t want to know.” I shake my head in amusement.
We link arms and head to the kitchen where my men and family are hanging out.
Things have come full circle for me, and I’m the happiest I’ve ever been.
I guess one could say I weathered my storm.
