Teagan
Good point, Lex! I’ll plan the next two episodes out and we can get them done before I leave. All you ladies have to do is show up and talk trash with me LOL. Plus, Josh might kill me if I worked during our anniversary trip so let’s get it done early!
Oops, gtg! Tall, dark, and epically handsome just turned the shower off! Want to meet up for lunch tomorrow and we can discuss the details?
Capri
You had me at food.
Lexi
Yep
Teagan
Thanks for being my people. Love you both so dang much.
Capri
Love youuuuuu
Lexi
Love you
I toss my phone onto the plush pink rug and sink back into the warm embrace of lavender with a smile plastered on my face.
I truly am the worst friend in the world.
The plan was to sit in this bath and mope about my broken heart, but now I can’t help but feel this rush of excitement flood my veins. I hurry through the motions of scrubbing my body and meticulously shaving everywhere.
He didn’t propose to her.
But he did stay with her.
As soon as I step out of the draining tub and don my silk robe, the wave of emotions I feel about all of this makes me dizzy, and I grab onto the marble sink to catch myself.
What does she have that I don’t?
I stare into the oval mirror and really look at myself. My blonde hair is limp around my face, dripping water from the ends down the bare skin of my cleavage. My lips twist into a scowl before I quickly run a brush through the damp strands, before twisting it into a bun.
Teagan has gorgeous, thick, dark brunette hair that is the envy of our friend group. She doesn’t have to spend an hour each morning to get the frizz tamed and perfectly curled into soft waves like I do. Her hair is naturally just perfect. I swear she once told me she hardly even brushes it, yet it still looks like she walked straight out of a Vogue magazine.
I open my vanity drawer, pull out my face cream, and dab it around my eyes before gently rubbing it in, applying it where the wrinkles are more defined around my bright blue eyes. They are the one thing I have on Teagan. Her eyes are the darkest shade of brown, with absolutely no sparkle, unlike mine. Someone told me I had Disney princess eyes when I was a kid.
I never expected to grow up and fill the villain’s shoes.
Before continuing down that rabbit hole of comparison, I hear a soft knock at my front door.
Could it really be him?
I quickly apply a mist of my favorite jasmine perfume before I head into the living room to answer. My heart is pounding with excitement, tinged with an ounce of regret as I place my hand on the knob. I shouldn’t do this. I told myself the last time was the last time. But I’ve never been one to listen to reason.
Twisting the door handle, I pull my lips into a playful smirk as I pull it open. The person on the other side is not who I was expecting, though, and I gasp in surprise as I’m met with a bouquet of red roses in the hands of a stranger.
I hastily pull my robe closer to my chest to cover myself. “Umm, who are you?”
“Are you Lexi Casburn?”
