Page 263 of Daddy, Take Me Away
“Guys that use girls don’t usually take them on fancy adventures and dates, Zoë.”
“How much did Gran-Gran tell you?” I narrow my eyes at her.
“Everything.”She pats my leg and I’m suddenly thankful I didn’t tell Gran-Gran about the sex.
“He’s rich, Fi, those dates were nothing to him.”
Fiona takes out her phone and pulls up the number for The Pellegrino Resort.
Handing me the phone, she says, “Call him.”
I shake my head. “No. That trip was supposed to be about finding myself and all I did was find out I’m really good at faking something else. And I’m such a good faker, I fell in love. I think it’s time I concentrate on me, and me alone.”
Rising, I walk to the balcony door. “And I think I’ll start by dealing with my shit first.” I walk out and scoop up my cell and laptop. “I’m coming clean myself, shutting down my socials, and then moving on.”
My sister rises. “I’m proud of you, Zoë Wayz.”
I give her a small smile. “You’ll text me the deets for the wedding?”
She nods. “Justice of the peace and city hall. We just want to get married. And I just want you at my side when I do.”
After a long hot shower, I make a video. I try not to make excuses, while also explaining as much as I can so my followers know I never meant to deceive anyone.
“I know I’ve disappointed a lot of people with my behaviour, and for that I’m truly sorry. I won’t ask for your forgiveness but I would like to thank you.
I’ll be forever grateful to all of you for being here for me and helping me experience things I never would have otherwise. The things I did experience weren’t easy for me, and I know I couldn’t have done them without your encouragement and support.
And while I’m closing this chapter of my life, I’ll never forget all of you and this wonderful journey you’ve helped me go on.
As far as the accusations that I cheated on Mark go, they’re false. Mark and I broke up over six months ago and the man you saw pictures of me with was my fake boyfriend. Yes, I faked a boyfriend too, but that’s another story. One that ends with a broken heart—mine.
Anyway, friends, goodbye, and I hope you keep having great adventures.”
Using the photo of the sunset I took from the cliff, I post the link to the video on all my socials. And then with a resolute breath, I shut my laptop.
Fiona calls me the next day. “Oh my god, Zo, I saw your post.”
“Yeah, I feel better about everything now. I can move on.”
“Have you read the comments?”
“No, and I don’t plan to.”
“You have to. At least the most recent one.”
“I can’t, Fi. I’m on a permanent social media hiatus.”
“Nope, you’re not. Go get your laptop right now.”
“Fiona, I can still ditch your wedding,” I threaten.
She only laughs.“But you won’t. Now quit arguing when you know I’m the bigger diva and I’m going to win. Go!”
I sigh forcefully, but dutifully grab my laptop from the balcony, wishing it had at least rained and made her demand futile.
It takes me several minutes to boot it up and open my Youtube channel, but Fiona stays on the line the whole time.
And then I see it. The comment she’s talking about. It’s from MrFaker321.
