Page 59 of Love Unforgettable
“You can’t be too sure,” one of the other women says. I turn and lock the stall door that I’m in, then sink to the ground. The tears start slow, but steady. I hear the restroom door open and the women leave. I peek under the stall door, relieved to see I’m alone in the bathroom.
Married?
Yes. Married.
I laugh slightly through the tears, remembering the scene fromSixteen Candleswhen Jake goes to Sam’s house to tell her he likes her, and Long Duck Dong tells him she’s getting married. Jake says “married?” and Duck says “yes, married.”.” But it’s really Sam’s sister that is getting married, so it’s just a misunderstanding.
Maybe Trevor has a brother.
I scoff at myself, knowing that Trevor doesn’t have a brother. Although, shit, he could. I mean I didn’t know he had a wife and kid with another kid on the way. I reach for my phone to text Kat and Remi a 9-1-1 situation only to realize I left it on the bar.
Ironically, while I was waiting for a text from Kat or Remi. Or is it coincidence and not irony?
Which starts a new stream of tears.
“How can you be a grown-up and still not know the difference between coincidence and irony?” I say aloud, but to myself, then shrug my shoulders. “I blame Alanis Morissette and the movieReality Bites.”
I stand up to leave but have to turn back and throw everything else up until I have nothing left in my stomach. Only then do I finally leave the stall. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My face is pale, my cheeks gaunt, and my eyes red. How have I never noticed the dark circles under my eyes before now? I slap my cheeks trying to bring some color back to my face. Then rinse my mouth and brush my teeth using the travel set I keep in a makeup bag under the sink for this very reason.
Not for vomit, Lexie. For purple wine teeth.
Okay. Whatever.
I must finish the event. I have no idea how long I’ve been in here, but I know it’s too long. I brace myself, take a deep breath, and leave the restroom, pasting a smile on my face.
