I could lie, but somehow I think this man could see right through it. I’ve never ridden on top and I don’t want to admit to it.
“No problem, then drink.” His eyes sparkle.
I look at my glass of wine and pause. It’s not that I don’t want to drink my wine, it’s that I don’t like the feeling of having to because I’m too afraid to answer a simple question. I’m not in high school anymore. I’m a grown ass woman and a doctor for goodness sake. Why do I fear his judgment? Why do I even care?
“Top,” I lie without even flinching.
“Yeah,” he says, shifting in his seat. “I can totally see that shit.”
Nineteen
ADRIENNE
I hadno idea that they made so many things in the color blush pink. There are forks, knives, plates, tablecloths, balloons, streamers, gift bags, candy dishes, serving platters, dresses, pants, blouses, hair accessories, shoes, and cake icing.
Every single damn thing in this banquet hall is in the color blush pink except for me. I’m dressed in a sky blue blouse with a pair of dark wash jeans and nude pumps. I forgot all about the theme.
The room is full of every woman in my family, and there are a lot of us. I work the perimeter of the room and greet each one, starting from my eldest great aunt (she’s 93-years-old) to the youngest girl, my cousin Kira’s daughter. When I’m finished all of my greetings, my mother gently pulls me to the side.
“Can I speak to you?”
I nod in acceptance and we step out of the hall and into a side room which they sometimes use for coat overflow. I know because our family uses this hall for every major event we’ve ever had.
“You’re wearing blue.”
“I forgot about the pink.”
“It was the one thing she asked for.”
“I’m studying for boards, mom. I forgot.”
“You’re going to stick out in the pictures.”
“Then I won’t take any of the photos.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, that would break Cecily’s heart.”
Little does she know that I don’t think it would.
“What do you want me to do, mom? I own nothing blush pink.”
“I would have taken you shopping.”
“Mom.”
“Is this about Troy?”
“What?”
“Lorraine and Cecily mentioned something about Troy’s Facebook page.”
Those busy bodies.
“What about it?” I feign ignorance.
“Something is going on with you and Troy. Just tell me what happened because clearly it has you distracted.”
“Mom, this is not the time. This is Cecily’s day.”
