“What?”
“How am I going to find some guy with a Jared’s ladder?”
“Jacob’s. And I know exactly how.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Do you trust me?”
“With my life,” I gravely reply.
“Good. First, we have to make you look hot. Then, we have to take a few pictures. Come on, get up.”
Springing off the couch with an uncertain balance, she pulls on my arm to force me up. I let her, not because she’s stronger than me, but because whatever she has in mind sounds like a great way to take my mind off Eddie. She drags me all the way to my bedroom and then into the walk-in closet. My chest tightens at the sight of the empty shelves and racks, and the few things that he left behind.
“He doesn’t deserve you,” Hana mutters, sensing my distress. “Come, honey, let’s get you looking all sexy.”
She pushes me to the back of the closet, where I keep the few party dresses I own. “The green one,” Hana commands. “With the spaghetti straps. You look so hot in it.”
Since she sounds so confident, I take out the Dior dress and examine it from top to bottom. It is a lovely garment, and the deep green satin molds my shape to perfection, leaving very little to the imagination. It reaches below my knees, but there’s a slit that runs high on my thigh and makes it a little more daring than what I’m used to. The cleavage is also a little much, but I’m allowed to flaunt my breasts now and then. The color is ideal for my complexion, and it’s a nice contrast with the auburn hues in my hair, which cascades in waves down my shoulders to the middle of my back.
“Go on,” Hana bosses me. I comply, too tipsy to question anything that’s happening. “Not gonna lie,” she starts as I remove my clothes, “this comes at a perfect time. I’ve been wanting to go out clubbing, so I’ll get to accompany you.”
“How’s clubbing related to any of this?”
“Well, you’ll have to find Eddie’s replacement.”
I scoff, shaking my head disapprovingly. “I don’t have time for that. My vibrator will have to do. At least it never misses, and orgasming in two minutes is so much better than wasting time with a man who can’t figure out where my clitoris is.”
“Only you could be so pragmatic,” she laughs.
“I’m a busy woman.”
“I’m well aware. This is nice, by the way. Shame you had to get dumped for us to have some quality time again.”
An incredulous laugh bubbles in my chest. “I missed you too, Hana.”
“Of course you did. I’m amazing.”
She really is. My social life might be in shambles, but as long as I have this woman by my side, everything isn’t entirely lost.
Chapter Two
Gen
There’s a pounding in my head that won’t go away. Even in my sleep, I can feel it. What the hell is happening to me? Am I dying of some unknown disease?
Seeking some comfort, I wiggle closer to Edward with a mumble, wrapping an arm and a leg across his frame. I stay there for a few seconds until I realize something’s wrong. This body is softer than Eddie’s, and it’s wearing sequins instead of the usual cotton and silk blend pajamas.
My heavy eyelids flutter open, and my gaze falls on a lush mass of black hair. Oh, right. Hana came over. And we drank way too much. Because Eddie dumped me after telling me I was boring in bed.
Which I am.
The reminder has my heart dropping low into my stomach, making me nauseous. Or maybe it’s the alcohol painfully leaving my bloodstream.
I haven’t been single in over five years, and I don’t mind it as much as I should. My biggest issue is that it sets back my plans. Without Edward, I’ll eventually have to start over and find someone else to build a future with. The prospect is unappealing, to say the least.
“Are you awake?” I whisper in Hana’s ear. A vague grunt comes as a response. “How’s that first postpartum hangover treating you?”
