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She’d had such high hopes that she and Brooke would become ‘soul sisters’ or something wack like that. Unfortunately, her pipe dream didn’t even take off. I suspect it has to do with Gina having no filter when she speaks.
Something she has in common with Stella. Come to think of it, they might actually get along.
I just need to find a way to propose to Stella. Fuck.
Chapter Seven
Stella
“You need a haircut, Bonnie.” I stare pointedly at my friend’s signature asymmetric curly pixie cut with its purple highlights. “Your curls are growing out into a bob.”
We’re sitting at my kitchen table, and our knees are almost bumping with how small the table is, but any bigger, and it wouldn’t fit in my cramped kitchen.
Bonnie only runs her hand through her hair, then flicking the curls away from her eyes, she pins me with a look that tells me she has major tea to spill. “Stella, I’ve been rather… preoccupied lately.”
“Preoccupied with what?”
Bonnie takes a deep breath. “See, I have no clue how it happened. Somehow, I went from hating Ethan to… well, the opposite of that.” She pauses, not daring to look up from her coffee.
I sit up straighter. “What the hell are you saying, Bonnie? You're in love with your bosshole?”
She nods, screwing her face in a part-mortified, part-euphoric expression. “We’ve been dating for a bit. And doing a lot of other things I don’t even have a name for.”
I hold up my hand. “Back the hell up! When did this happen? This is Ethan fucking Hawthorne we’re talking about here!”
Bonnie nods. “Maybe three or four months now? It’s been a blur. But one thing that’s certain is this: I’m so fucked.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Because I’ve started obsessing about when he’ll ask me to marry him.”
My eyes and jaw appear to be competing for which can open wider. “Jesus! This–” I poke the table repeatedly for more emphasis. “This is the Stockholm shit we talked about back then. Bonnie, I fucking warned you not to take that job!” I finish on a near yell.
“I know. Only it feels like the best thing I ever did.”
I incline my head as if to peer at her from a clearer angle, “Who the fuck are you right now girl?”
“I stopped asking myself that question weeks ago.” She takes a sip of her coffee while I just stare at mine, untouched and cooling on the table.
I take a calming breath. Seems like I’m the only one freaking out here. Bonnie looks as zen as ever. “Does Sabrina know?”
“I haven’t told her yet but Ethan and Jordan are practically brothers. And you know Jordan can’t keep a secret to save his life. So, my bet is yes, Sabrina already knows but she’s too busy with the gallery to grill me out.”
“And Brooke?”
“Not yet. But it’s only a matter of time. I mean, if Ethan asks me to marry–”
I don’t let her finish. “Oh God, will you listen to yourself!”
A part of me feels betrayed. Bonnie and I are usually on the same page about love, relationships, and men. None of my other friends get me like Bonnie does. Now it seems Bonnie has joined Brooke and Sabrina in their hearts-and-flowers mindset.
Bonnie suddenly starts to chuckle. “You should see your face, Stella. You look like you’re about to cry. I promise you it’s not the end of the world.”
I gesture with my palms up, imploring her to listen. “I’m just really concerned. What if he breaks your heart Bonnie? You know he will, don’t you? They always do.”
She shrugs, “You think I want to be in love with him? I’m telling you I can’t help it.”
I sigh, dropping my hands in defeat. “That sounds so fucking depressing.”
