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“What about the lilies?” I ask desperately, pointing to some bright-pink ones.
“No. You won’t be wearing bright pink. It washes you out.”
“Thanks,” I mutter, although it’s true. “Well, can’t they order in light pink?”
“I don’t think I like the lilies.”
“Okay. Gardenias?”
“Really, Liv?” She looks at me like I’m going nuts. “Do I look like a gardenia-carrying bride?”
I take a deep breath and turn to Aaron. “I suddenly understand why I’m the one seemingly planning your wedding.”
His face breaks into a grin. “She’s fun, correct?”
“About as fun as a nail through my foot.”
“Is this why they get along?” Tyler questions. “Because they’re both as fun as that.”
I chew my bottom lip, deciding on turning away instead of responding to him. I’m already pissed off, and I know he’s baiting me. It’s almost as if pissing me off is his new hobby.
I don’t approve of it.
“Do you think they know what they’re doing?”
“Doubt it. They’re winging it, Aaron. Especially Liv.”
I ignore their quiet talking, giving my attention back to Dayton and her revolving door of flowers. Just when I think she’s made a decision, she changes her mind. At least we’re on a color – light-pink and white flowers. Hers will be accented by dark-pink flowers. Just not the lilies. Or gardenias. Or apparently anything in this store.
I sigh heavily, wondering when I can get out of here. Do I really have to do lunch? Can’t I just, I don’t know…go home and veg on the couch with a big bag of Cheetos or something?
“She’s really had enough,” I hear Aaron mutter.
“Of me or the flowers?” Tyler responds with a chuckle.
“Both.”
“She just can’t get over us. That’s the problem, mate.”
And with that, I snap.
“Excuse me a moment.” I turn on my heel and stalk to the back of the store. That asshole—I don’t know who the hell he thinks he is. Where does he get off making me look like a fool in front of my best friend and her fiancé?
She can’t get over us. Ha! What bullshit. I think the only person who needs to get over it is him, because he’s the one who keeps bringing it up. And the damn asshole can take me from turned on to pissed off in the space of twenty minutes. Hell, if I gave him sixty seconds, he could probably do it in that, too.
Of course, the idea that I could go and cool off alone is totally fucking absurd because I can hear the prick behind me.
Tyler grabs my arm and tugs me into what looks like an office. He closes the door behind us and spins me into him. “You really are a feisty little thing, aren’t you?”
“Fuck you, asshole.” I glare up at him, shaking his hand from my arm and stepping back.
“Damn, Liv. Why don’t you tell me how you really feel?” he says with a smirk.
“Why? So it can go right over your egotistically enlarged head?”
“I might consider it for a moment. Actually, on second thought, you’re right. I won’t pay any attention.”
“You are the most arrogant, self-entitled, patronizing bastard I’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting in my life,” I hiss anyway. “And before you mention the pleasure, because you inevitably will, you should know the displeasure far outweighs the measly amount of pleasure you’ve given me.”
