After a good 10 minutes of letting loose, I roll over and reach for my purse to grab my phone. I need to talk to Anna. I dial her number and she picks it up right away.
Anna:"Hey, lady? So how did it go? Is he as hot as he looks on his magazine cover?"
Izzy:"I screwed up so badly, Anna, so bad."
I totally burst into tears and sobbed so hard I couldn’t talk.
Anna:"Hey, It’s Okay. It’s okay. It couldn't have been that bad honey. What happened?"
Izzy:"Oh God Anna, I don’t even know where to start. I really don’t."
I spend the next ten minutes recounting my spectacular entrance into the sitting room, the throat-clenching grip in the bathroom, the arm twisting in front of the dining room, and the face grip announcement of 'you're marrying me in two weeks.'
She’s been silent the whole time. I keep waiting for her to say something, but it's just dead air. God, I hope this phone didn’t cut out halfway through my conversation. It would be just my luck.
Izzy:"Anna? Are you there? ANNA?"
Anna: "Holy fuck!"
That’s all she says. That’s it for the next two minutes of dead air.
Izzy:"That’s all you have to say? Is that all? No, oh here’s an easy way out, Isabella. It’s all good. Don’t worry about it, Isabella. Is there no point of light that you could give me to help me live through this whole thing?"
Anna:"Oh holy shit, Isabella. What do you want me to say? What can I say? My god, when you make an entrance, you go all out."
Izzy:"I didn’t plan it. I dropped my purse. I went to pick it up and it slid right into the room. Then I accidentally kicked it again as I wentto pick it up for the second time."
Anna:"Yeah, yeah, I got all of that. Give me a second to process OK. You pulled a lot of shit tonight, so yeah. My brain needs a minute here."
Silence...
Anna:"So? What about the Sebastian guy? He sounds like quite the prince charming rescuing the clumsy damsel in distress."
She starts to laugh, and I can’t help but grin. I guess if you were watching what was happening, it would have looked kind of funny. This crazy chick comes flying into the room and then another guy just whips her right back out.
Izzy:"Sebastian is such a nice guy. I’ve never met a nicer person in my entire life. He likes Harry Potter. He’s got this whole theory worked out. I can’t wait to tell you about it."
Anna:"Ooo..a Potter fan like you."
She laughs, she’s quiet for a few minutes, and then she sounds quite serious.“Alexander sounds kind of tense. I mean, he is hot and he does own a sex club, so that goes without saying. Maybe he’s a Dom? They like to be in control, rough chicks up, but in a good way, if you know what I mean."
I can totally picture her eyebrows going up and down through the phone.
Izzy:"No Anna, I don’t know what you mean. And he wasn’t …attracted to me. He tried to choke me. TWICE?! And what do you mean, he owns a sex club? No one told me anything about a sex club?"
What the hell? Was that in a folder? I really should read that folder. Wait, maybe I don’t want to read that folder. I’m already freaked out. If I read any more tonight, I don’t know what I’m going to do.
Anna:"Holy shit! Izzy! For real? You didn’t know he owns Silk?"
Silk? That doesn’t sound mean or like a place where guys chokegirls. It sounds soft and pretty to me. It sounds like my dress.
Izzy:"No! No, I didn’t know he owned a sex club called Silk. Peanut butter on burnt toast, Anna! No wonder he hates me. He must date supermodels, the skinny kinds who know how to… well…"
Anna: "Fuck?"Anna finishes that sentence for me.
Izzy:"My God, must you be so crude? I am in over my head here. At least you are supposed to make me feel better. Help me at least. "
She snorts,"Can’t you even learn how to swear like a fucking adult? I love you so much, but really? Peanut butter on toast? You need to up your game, girl. You are marrying a high-powered, extremely wealthy man who happens to own one of the hottest nightclubs in town, which also has an exclusive sex club in the basement."
