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“Sure,” I reply with a nod. I owe her this.
Juliet takes a deep breath, patting down her hair and face. “I’m really sorry for storming in here like a crazy person. I should have called first.”
“It’s fine. It happens all the time.” I smirk, and she laughs, her beautiful face no longer clogged in tears.
“Okay, well, I’ll let you get back to work.” She stands, smoothing the crinkles from her dress. “I’ll meet you at around seven?”
“Sounds great,” I reply, also standing, my hands dug deep into my pockets.
“Great. Well, see you tonight.” She throws me completely off guard as she steps forward and hugs me.
It’s the first time we’ve embraced, which is utterly ridiculous and shameful, seeing as I’ve embraced her insides on more than one occasion. I slowly remove my hands from my pockets, and as I wrap her into my arms, I’m shocked at how fragile and vulnerable she feels. I’m not used to this Juliet, and I have a feeling it’ll take some getting used to.
She breaks away after a moment and bids me farewell with a chaste kiss on my cheek. I watch, dumbfounded, as she leaves my office because that woman looked like Juliet, but that person is not the Juliet I thought I knew.
I take a seat behind my desk, still flabbergasted at what just took place. The moment I met Juliet, I knew she’d cause a storm.But where does that leave things with Madison and me?
My cell beeps, alerting me to an awaiting text, and I welcome the distraction. Swiping through my messages, I groan, slapping my palm against my forehead.
Reading the message over, I feel like the world’s biggest asshole because the sweet words just taunt me with what I have to do.
I haven’t eaten all day :p
See you tonight. Can’t wait.
Maddy x
“What do mean ‘he can’t make it?’” asks Mary from the end of my bed.
I shrug, tossing her my phone so she can see the proof.
As she reads over the message, she curses. “What does he mean ‘something came up’? Like what, exactly? The only forgivable excuse here would be that his mother died,” she barks, scrunching up her face in obvious disgust that Dixon asked for a “rain check” on our date.
“His motherisdead,” I reply, sadly putting away the beautiful blue dress I was planning to wear this evening.
“Oh, whatever. This is horseshit!” she cries, jabbing her finger into the phone screen.
“I know, Lamb.” I sigh because it really is horseshit.
Over three hours ago, Dixon messaged me, claiming something came up and he wouldn’t be able to make our date. He apologized a number of times, and asked for a rain check. Other than that, he gave me no other reason he couldn’t attend or when this alleged rain check was to take place.
I feel so stupid. I can’t believe I actually thought a man like Dixon would be interested in agirllike me.
“I’m an idiot. Dixon probably doesn’t even think of me like that. I mean, look at him and look at me,” I say, doing a sweep down my body.
“No,he’sthe idiot. We’re going out,” Mary angrily states.
She jumps up from my bed, storming over to my closet and rummaging through my garments.
“I don’t want to go out.” The thought of socializing with anyone sounds like a horrible idea.
“This isn’t optional,” Mary barks with her head buried in my closet.
“Lamb,” I warn, but Mary turns her head, pinning me with a look that screams finality.
“Fine,” I huff, throwing my hands in the air, as there really isn’t any point in arguing with her.
“You won’t regret it,” she says with a crooked smile.
