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“Nothing’s wrong,” she says, right before she sobs out, “I’m big and not just a little big, like a whole Shamu whale big.” She wipes away the tear angrily. “I can’t even see my vagina.”
“Do you want to see your vagina?” I ask, looking around. “There might be a hand mirror that we can borrow so you can make sure it looks the same.”
“Don’t do it,” Franny warns. “Mine was so puffy it looked like the lips of a monkey.”
“What the hell is wrong with you?” I hiss at her, and she holds up her hands.
“I even did before and after pictures.” She shrugs.
“I’m surprised it wasn’t your Christmas card!” Vivienne shouts from across the room, and all I can do is glare at Franny.
“I’m just saying,” Franny says, “I’m saving you,” before she grabs her phone from her lap and pretends to scroll through Instagram.
“Okay, one,” I say, grabbing a tissue from the counter in front of me, “you have never looked more beautiful in your life.” I wipe away the tear. “And two, does Tristan treat you differently?” I wait for her to answer, but all she does is shake her head. “Then that is all that matters. In two months, you will be holding your baby, and your body will return to the way it was.”
“Um,” Franny starts, and I glare at her so she shakes her head and goes back to her phone.
“You’ll be better than ever,” I say, and all the women agree with me. “Now, let’s get dressed so I can go to this event and pick up one of Dylan’s teammates, who will have hot sex with me, so I can rub it in his face.” I wink at her, and she just laughs. I walk back over to the chair and sit down. “Now, make me beautiful.”
The girls just smile at me as she pins my hair at the back of my neck in a messy bun, with strands of hair falling in front of my face.
I can’t tell you how long it takes for us to get out of the house, but I’m in the tenth party bus that has come to the house. “How do I look?” Christopher asks Matty, who is typing away on his phone. “Can you put your phone down?”
Matty looks up from his phone. “Dude, you look fine. Can you relax?”
“Do you think you can put Sofia away for a couple of hours?” Christopher says, and Matty just flips him the bird before looking back down at his phone. I look out the window as we arrive but have to wait before we get off the bus.
There is a long red carpet with press and everything, and all I see are the flashes of the lights. When it’s finally our turn, I get up from my seat and walk off the bus with Matty and Christopher on each side of me. The press starts to call for Matty and Christopher since the two of them will be going into the NHL at the next draft. The question is who is going to go first.
I’m halfway down the carpet as I stop to take a picture with them when I hear a roar of voices start to shout. I look down the carpet, expecting it to be either Dylan or my uncle Max. Nothing could prepare me for who it actually is. “Romeo!” the photographers shout his name; the blinding flashes go off one after another. He stands in a black custom suit with a white button-down shirt and a black tie around his neck. He holds up one hand to say hello. “This way, Romeo.”
My mouth goes dry when the shock wears off and, again, I’m stuck asking myself, “Why the hell is he still here?”
FOURTEEN
ROMEO
The car stops and the back door is opened and I step one foot out. The minute my foot touches the red carpet, and my head peeks out, the screaming starts. “Romeo!” The photographers shout my name as the flashes go off one after another. I hold up one hand to say hello when I hear, “This way, Romeo.”
I smile at the crowd before putting up my hand again and looking around. To everyone else, it just appears like I’m looking at the crowd, but in reality, my eyes are searching for her.
I spot her right away in the middle of the carpet. All I can see is her exposed shoulder, and my knees begin to buckle. “Hey,” I hear from beside me and look up to see Max coming my way. He’s also dressed in a black suit, but he has on a blue tie to match his wife, whose hand he has in his, never letting it go. “Glad you could make it.” He extends his free hand to me.
“It’s a great cause,” I tell him, putting out my hand to shake his. “My parents also said they would have loved to make it, but they sent me with a check.”
“I’ll take it,” he says and then looks over his shoulder. “You remember my wife.” He smiles at her, and you can see his whole face light up. “Allison.”
“Of course,” I say, walking over to her and bending to kiss her cheek.
“You’re lucky the cameras are watching,” he warns me through clenched teeth, and I don’t know if he’s joking or not until his wife laughs.
“Please ignore him,” Allison says, and then the crowd roars again. I look over to see that one of the hockey players has arrived.
“Well, looks like Dylan is here,” Max observes as I watch Dylan get out of the car, followed by a beautiful woman. I smile at Max as we wait for Dylan to make his way to us.
“Hey.” He walks over to Max and hugs him before holding his hand back for his wife to take it. “Let’s get this circus over with,” he says and looks at me. “How do you do this?” he asks, and I have to laugh.
“It’s not always like this,” I tell him, and it’s his turn to laugh. “The first time I remember we were at a movie premiere with my father, and my mother made me wear sunglasses. I couldn’t understand it since it was eight o’clock at night, but then I got it when I got out of the car with him.”
