“What?” I eye them suspiciously when they don’t answer. “Hello. What are you two up to?”
“Camila has a few guy friends coming on the boat tonight,” Addie announces.
“Okay, and?”
“One saw your picture, and to say he was interested is an understatement,” Camila adds. “His name is?—”
“Stop,” I huff, shaking my head, annoyed. “Don’t even go there. I don’t want to meet anyone.”
Addie sighs. “It’s been two years since you broke up, Maddie Grace. I think it’s time you move on.”
“Addie…”
“Don’t Addie me. This isn’t healthy. It’s fine if you don’t want to move on. It’s even okay to still love Nate. But if you do, then stop loving him from afar.”
“Oh, please, I haven’t heard from Nate in a year. I am not loving him from here or there.”
“Do you want to hear from him?” Camila perks up.
I lean back in my chair, thinking about the loaded question.
Do I?
I dream about him reaching out often, but that’s all it is: a dream. He didn’t just hurt me, he ruined me, and I’m not sure I can ever forgive him when it comes down to it.
“It’s a little late for that now. He had all this time to reach out, and he didn’t.” The girls don’t respond, making me curious about their thoughts. “What now?”
“I mean…why would he?” Addie replies.
I look between her and Camila, who is quiet as a mouse. “What does that mean?”
“The way you left things last time didn’t give anyone the impression you’d want him to.”
“He’s the one who broke up with me, out of nowhere!” I raise my voice, then take a breath. “I don’t want to do this right now. Not today, not in France. Let’s forget it for now. Please.” Neither of them says a word. “Please,” I repeat with force, and they both nod.
“Thank you, and now I hate this boat because I can’t escape either of you annoying bitches,” I joke to lighten the mood, and I know we’re back to normal when they lean in to clink my glass, laughing as we all chug our million-dollar champagne.
Spinning around, I take in every angle of the dress Addie forced me to buy.
Baby blue, strapless, tight, and sexy as hell with a plunging neckline, yet somehow it doesn’t show too much cleavage.
It was a splurge.
I usually would never spend this much on one piece. However, Mason called Addie earlier to make sure I bought something nice for myself for our last night, and I have to admit, I feel good.
My body is tanned to perfection from the Mediterranean sun, and my hair is down, waved the way only Addie can do it.
We’re back from France for one last night in Spain before heading home.
“Hey, where the hell is your bracelet?” Addie snaps, looking down at my wrist.
“It doesn’t really go with this dress.”
She stomps away, then comes back and grabs my wrist aggressively to latch my bracelet back.
“Ouch. What the heck?”
“Bestie bracelets don’t come off, especially after seven years of wearing them.”
