Page 103 of Almost Not Quite Engaged
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Subject: Things I hope I’m brave enough to say someday
Seychelles
Z
Porter and Courtney left and I was truly alone for a moment. I got here, and so far so good. But good lord the Seychelles are fucking far and in the middle of nowhere. I miss you since you stopped blogging for some reason. My plan was to come here relax and find the guys with the fish. I took this picture today of flowers that’s all. I couldn’t help but tell this flower’s story. It’s bright ass orange and just randomly growing on the side of the road. The most vibrant orange I’ve ever seen. You can’t help but want to live in its vibe. I want to be that orange. What is it you want? If you’d asked me days ago I would have said travel. But there’s a part of me that now wants that and you. Shame you’ll never read this. I don’t know how to make us real so I’ll keep the fantasy alive in these notes and my brain.
Xo
K
Chapter 50
They Go Where?
KAT
Seychelles
I’m so relaxed and really oily. I join Ginny back in the treatment lounge between our appointments.
She’s sipping cucumber water with a lotus flower behind her ear.
“Fetching.”
“That was wonderful. Please tell me for once yours was wonderful.” She groans at me.
“It was. I’m a little slippery but it was wonderful. What’s next for you?” The benefit of her having really short hair is that greased down it looks fine. Mine is fucking all over the place and slick as hell. It’s sticking to my back and shoulders like seaweed.
I’ve taken fewer photos over the last day and more just connecting with Ginny. It’s rarely just the two of us anymore. It’s always a gathering or Colin’s along. I love him very much, but there’s a mourning you go through when your bestie is no longer in pocket. Just a readjustment.
“You’re going to fucking love the salt scrub and biowrap.”
A woman approaches and Ginny speaks in French to her then she makes us a cup of tea.
“Why does everyone know how to speak French but me?”
“Because you thought it would be funny to take Latin. Are you laughing now?”
“Ego sum ridicula.”
“Okay, Hermione, yes you are funny.”
“It’s not fair you know Latin too.”
“Seriously, you think that was a tough secret sentence to crack?” Ginny rolls her eyes at me.
“Speaking of cracks, with the scrub do they get up in the cracks and crevices?”
“They don’t scrub there per se but there’s a light dusting. Sip your tea.”
Mine smells no different than Ginny’s so there’s no class chakra system here. She leans back and puts a mask filled with lavender over her eyes. I lean back as well.
“You’re in a good place?”
