Page 102 of David's Proposal

With that, Edward and Thea are officially married, and I try hard not to cry.

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LIZ

Later

I take a cab home.

After all that excitement, the people, the food, the music, and the newlyweds, I feel like I need to be by myself for a while to unwind.

Throughout the evening, David and I haven’t exchanged a word.

He sat at a different table and we never crossed paths.

The woman he had with him––Pam––has enjoyed herself. She was dressed nicely and had her hair done.

If anything it was a good opportunity for her to network.

I, on the other hand, had mixed feelings about being there with my mother and being forced to watch them.

That’s why I’m happy I’m finally heading home.

I check my phone just as it vibrates with a message.

Chloe: How was it?

I type my reply fast.

Me: Can I call in a few minutes? I’m getting home.

Chloe: Yes, sure.

Moments later, we enter my neighborhood.

The car pulls up in front of my house and deposits me on the sidewalk.

I call Chloe as I walk through the main door.

We chat for a few good moments as I change my clothes and slide my robe on.

It’s morning in Spain, and I kind of wish I were there with her.

“Can you wait for a second? I need to shower and get into bed, and then we can talk more.”

“Okay.”

We end the call, and I shrug off my robe and walk into the shower.

The warm water removes any trace of the wedding.

It’s like I’m stepping back into my life.

The simple life of a struggling student. The one who wears her hair in a ponytail and barely makes ends meet.

The one who gave up on writing her book.

Even having sex with the man who inspired Rain’s book doesn’t seem to fuel my inspiration or my drive to sit down and write.

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