Page 113 of Love Unforgettable
Chapter 35
Lexie
I nailed my panel this morning. It could not have gone better. Plus, throughout the day I made a ton of great connections and learned so many new things. Overall, I had a really good day. Yet, I’m sitting on the bed in the hotel robe with a towel wrapped around my head feeling oddly lonely and melancholy. Especially for someone who is about to win the biggest award of her life. It still bothers me what Sawyer Grant said last night, even though I’m trying for it not to. I can’t shake that others feel the same way, even if I didn’t experience it today. For sure, he’s not going to be the only one harboring those sentiments.
I should have let Cole come with me yesterday.
And invited Kat and Remi . . .
Put your big girl panties on and grow the fuck up.
I go into the bathroom to blow dry my hair. Then stop for a minute when I think I hear a knock on the door. I wait and hear nothing, so, I resume drying and hear the knock again. Stop the hair dryer, wait, nothing. Start the dryer, hear the knock.
For fuck’s sake.
I’m not expecting anyone. I know that Cole isn’t here this early because he hasn’t called about my dress yet. Though if he waits too much longer, he won’t get here on time as it is. I turn the dryer off and go stand by the door. This time I hear the knock. I pull the door open with an aggravated, “Yes?”
“Surprise!” Remi and Kat are standing there. They’ve both got little overnight bags and grocery bags. For some reason, I immediately start crying.
“Okay, sweet cheeks, none of that, your eyes are going to swell up before the party tonight,” Remi says as she hugs me. Kat steps in next for a hug.
“What are you guys doing here?” I ask.
“Special delivery,” Kat says.
“Did you really think we’d miss your big night just because you didn’t invite us?” Remi asks.
They come in and start unloading the grocery bags on the table. I see red vines, Pop Tarts, and a big bag of Smart Pop popcorn. Remi’s bag contains cheese, crackers, olives and salami.
“You guys thought of everything!”
Remi turns to me. “Duh. Now let’s open some champagne, the hair and makeup people will be here soon.”
“Hair and makeup?” I ask.
“Yep,” Kat replies, making a popping sound with the p.
“Okay, I didn’t want to make a big deal out of this,” I protest.
“Why the hell not?” Remi asks.
“Because.”
“Because isn’t an answer,” Kat says.
“Because isn’t an answer,”I mimic, because I have the emotional maturity of a five-year old sometimes.
“Is it because you’re a woman succeeding in a male dominated field and it makes you uncomfortable?” Remi asks.
“Yeah,” I say, shocked. “That’s part of it.”
“Don’t be shocked,” Remi says. “Happened to me all the time before I quit to care for the hot invalid in my life. I totally recognize it.”
“That’s not why you quit,” Kat says.
“What’s the other part of it?” Remi asks me.
“I’m too young.”
