“He hates me. He couldn’t even look at me the other day.” I laugh sadly. “We’re over for good.”
“But you two belong with each other. I won’t stand this breakup,” my best friend stresses. “You guys need to figure out your shit. I’m depressed. I can’t take this.”
I chuckle, looking over my shoulder and finding Trinity close to breaking down.
I scrunch my face at her. “You good?”
She scowls at me. “No, I’m not. I’m going through heartbreak.”
“You must be so sad. Poor thing,” I tease, tapping her frowned cheek.
“Shut up,” she mutters. Only a second later, she says, “You do realize there’s an event coming up in a few days. The entire world still thinks you’re dating, meaning the two of you still have to pretend.”
Don’t remind me.
I’ve been trying to think of anything but that. It will be a miracle if I don’t break down and cry throughout the entire night.
“I’m going to suddenly come down with the stomach flu,” I mutter, rolling onto my stomach and groaning into my pillow.
“I wouldn’t blame you. That’s going to be a mess.”
Thanks for pointing that out, Captain Obvious.
* * *
After I spent seven days in my bed, Elijah and Trinity teamed up to get me out of the house.
They brought me to one of my many happy places. The mall. I bought a shit ton of pink clothing because the color pink brings me happiness and started tearing up when I passed a pop-up shop that was selling cute little honey jars.
I used to hate when he called me honey, but now, when I’m living through my tough moments without him, that nickname is all I want to hear in his husky, deep voice.
And, God, Stella makes this breakup so much harder. I fell in love with two people.
“What do you think?” I ask, coming out of the changing room and spinning around for Trinity and Elijah.
“I think we need to get drunk tonight with you looking like that.” Trinity swoons, elbowing Elijah’s side as he stares intently at the length. “It’s not too short,” Trinity points out, seeing where his thoughts are headed.
“It looks like it is,” he grumbles, running his hand through his tousled hair before putting on his black baseball cap backward. Shrugging in his seat, he looks grumpy for once. “Is her ass showing?”
Motioning for me to turn around, Trinity raises a brow. I turn, trying to ignore all the stares pointed in our direction, and she laughs.
“See, no butt cheeks are showing; therefore, it’s perfect.”
I chuckle as I walk back into the dressing room when I hear them arguing.
“It’s fucking short.”
“She gave someone a lap dance onstage, wearing booty shorts, in front of millions of people, and you’re complaining about that dress?”
“Why did you have to remind me of that? It was so hard, getting that image out of my head!”
“That’s what I’m here for.” Trinity snorts as I run a hand down my side, inspecting the sparkly, dark pink dress.
If I were an article of clothing, I would be this dress. There’s no way I’m leaving this behind. The moment I laid my eyes on it, it became mine.
“Oh my gosh!” I jump when the curtain suddenly opens, and Trinity pushes her way inside. “Yeah, come on in.”
“Oh, shush.” She rolls her eyes at me. “That dress is perfect for the event at the club in three days. You have to get it. All eyes will be on you.” She smirks, meeting my eyes through the mirror. “Eyes will roll back at just the sight of you.”
