It helped she showed us the glinting, huge-ass rock on her finger when she made the announcement.
More assistance with her not getting any shit: she shared that Eric proposed to her on a bridge over the Seine.
I mean, how romantic was that?
And yes, this meant Tod and Stevie came back down to add to her wedding scrapbook, and to have sit downs with Alexis, Bill and Zach, and Raye (and Bill and Zach) to go over the ever-developing details of theirs
It didn’t take long for us to receive word about who was going to be taking her apartment.
It was a chick named Alice.
She was Shirleen’s stepdaughter.
And just saying, she was a social worker, and as such, didn’t work at SC.
But when we met her, we all knew immediately.
She had Angel written all over her.
I was so heavy with all that happened that night, all I had left in me was to drag myself into Gabe’s townhouse and throw myself on his sofa.
I heard his keys land on kitchen island about two seconds before his body landed on mine.
I looked from the ceiling to him and opened my mouth.
I got nothing out because Gabe got there first.
“You gotta let it play out.”
I shut my mouth with a teeth clatter.
It had been a full crew get together of the AA/HB night.
It seemed everyone had fun.
Except me.
Because I had to watch Shanti pretend to pretend she wasn’t sending longing looks Liam’s way.
Then I had to pretend to pretend that Liam hadn’t been checking her out every opportunity he had, just as long as he did it when she wasn’t doing the same.
And if Brady and Luna were playing a game with this whole “we’re just good friends spending time together, even though we look and act like a couple” thing, it seemed they were playing with fire.
Word was, Knox was on the outs with his girlfriend.
Giving credence to that word, he didn’t bring her that night.
Giving more credence to that word were the livid looks he was casting the laughing, smiling, “we’re just good friends spending time together, even though we look and act like a couple” Brady and Luna.
“Luna is closed-lipped about it, is Brady talking?” I asked. “Are they playing a game to get Knox’s head out of his ass?”
“Promise discretion?”
Oh my God!
He was going to give me the skinny.
“Cross my heart,” I replied.
