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Willow huffs and rolls her eyes. She doesn’t pretend to like me, and for that, I’m grateful. At all of the parties and showers leading up to the wedding, we remained rather cordial, keeping arm’s length. Now, though, the truth is coming out.
I never understood why Gillian was friends with her anyway.
Willow’s eyes are so wide that her long, ink-riddled lashes seem to tickle her eyebrows. “I think it’s really shitty you never said anything about Drew all the times I’ve seen you the past couple months.”
I stare at her. “About Drew?”
“Don’t play the fool, Dana. Lord knows you and your sisters are good at that.”
I don’t mind Willow coming toe to toe with me. But to bring my sisters into it…that’s the way to get me fired up. “I honestly don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You really are going to make me say it? That’s fucking cruel.”
“Willow, I don’t know what the hell you’re–”
“How long have you and Drew been together?”
What the fuck?
“We…I mean…”
“He told me on the trip over here. Made me look like an idiot too. I had no idea you two were…”
Her voice fades to the background as I get a creeping feeling over my skin. Someone is watching me. I carefully tilt my head to the side and look around her tall, pale shoulder. Drew is staring directly at us. And the look on his face…
Guilt.
That motherfucker.
“Hello! Earth to Dana, I’m talking to you.”
My eyes snap right back into Willow’s. “Sorry?”
Willow doesn’t respond, just throws up her hands.Well?
Clearly, Drew lied to get her off his back. And Drew is my best friend. I’m not about to rat him out to his ex-girlfriend. However, just a couple of hours ago, my friendship with Drew turned into something totally different and way more complicated.
If I cover for him, I’m going down a dangerous road.
But I really don’t think I have a choice.
“It’s new,” I say.
“He said you’ve been togethera while.”
What the fuck, Drew? He’s seriously fucking painted me into a corner. When I get my hands on him… “You know Drew. A while to him is a drop in the bucket to anyone else,” I say, throwing my hands up and forcing a smile.
Evidently, pretending we have a common ground between her ex and my current “boyfriend” was not the right move. Willow straightens up her neck, making her as tall as a giraffe, and tosses her dark hair over her shoulders. “Well, best of luck. You’ll need it.”
She struts past me before I can say another word. I suck in my cheeks. Something tells me she’s not wishing me luck because Drew’s some toxic man who will never change. No, it felt much more…competitive than that.
I feel sick.
Too many Maldivian Sunsets.
I focus back on Drew. He’s completely pale, negating any sort of tan he might have gotten today. And his mouth is ajar. He grips the back of his chair and starts to stand up.
But we’re not going to do this now. This is Gillian’s fucking rehearsal dinner and I’m not going to be the one to screw it up.
