Page 15 of The Wedding Situation Romance
“How was Dani’s wedding?” she asks. “I say the photos on Insta. It looked…elaborate…”
“Oh, it was. It was pink and expensive and over the top and very, very Dani,” I muse.
“So you had a good time then,” she says, and I can hear Kimbree cooing in the background.
“I did. It was perfect. Well. Except for one of the groomsmen who was determined to make me miserable,” I mutter the last part.
“Who was it?” she asks with quiet amusement in her voice.
“Reid,” I mutter, and I know she catches the tone.
“And who is thisReid?” she asks.
“One of Justin’s friends. And a divorce lawyer,” I answer with a sigh.
“Sounds like a fun guy,” she jokes.
“He is quite possibly the bane of my existence,” I tell her as I stop by the bathroom to check my hair and makeup. I don’t wear a lot of makeup, mostly because emotional clients tend to make me teary-eyed, but today I did put on some mascara and I want to make sure it’s not smudged at all before I go to Willy O’s.
“The bane, huh?” she asks. “That sounds pretty serious for someone you just met.”
“Oh trust me, we might have only been around each other for two days but Reid made sure to get under my skin in every way he could,” I tell her, making a point of not mentioning how he may or may not have also gotten in my panties. That’s a detail I like to forget, not that it’s easy. Pretty sure I came harder on his hand than I’ve ever come on a dick before.
“What did he do?” she asks.
“What did he do? Well, let’s see. He hates love. Not just weddings or mushy romantic things or PDA. But love. He doesn’t believe in marriage.”
“I mean, heisa divorce lawyer…” she says, and I keep going. Because just mentioning his name has me heated.
“And for whatever reason, he found it necessary to spend the entire weekend trying to convince me he’s right. Which, of course, he did not do. He can’t,” I say as I apply more mascara and even a little bit of blush and lip stain simply because I’m angry now and my hands need something to do.
“So if he can’t, then why do you sound so flustered by him?” she asks. “Let me guess, was he hot?”
“No,” I lie. “Well, maybe a little…” I admit, and she giggles. “Okay fine. He’s like a nine point nine. The only reason he’s not a ten is because his eyes are blue.”
Allegra snorts. “You don’t think blue eyes are hot?”
“Of course they’re hot. But blue-eyed men can’t be trusted. Think about it: Henry Cavill, Chris Evans,Ian Somerhalder…”
“The vampire guy?”
“Yes. All hot, blue-eyed men. All lady-killers.”
But Allegra just chuckles again. “Sounds like someone might have a crush,” she says, and my mouth pops open with a scoff.
“A crush? I donothave a crush on him. He’s a divorce lawyer, Allegra! He makes a living ruining people’s lives.”
Kimbree starts to fuss, and I know that means time has run out. “Well. In that case, I’d be careful. You wouldn’t want a man with eyes like that ruining your life…”
I don’t know what she means by that, but Allegra has to get off the phone. I check my reflection in the mirror one more time and give myself a pep talk before heading out the door.
“Don’t allow that man the satisfaction of getting under your skin.”
William Oliver’s is slammed, but I’m not surprised. It’s one of the most popular pubs in Washington Heights, boasting a full bar, great food (I personally recommend the BLT and the potato salad) all at a relatively affordable price. New York is notorious for being expensive, especially Manhattan. And honestly, if it weren’t for the fact that my dad works in law and may or maynot have cosigned on an apartment for me, I probably wouldn’t be able to live here. But my parents are generous and smart with money, and I am blessed.
I manage to find a seat at the bar top just as a couple leaves and I can’t help but feel like the world is on my side today. A successful client rec, a fun talk with my best friend, and now I get to enjoy the best BLT in NYC. I may be an eternal optimist naturally, but either way, nothing could possibly put a damper on my mood right now–
“Is this seat taken?”
