Page 114 of Catch Me
We all go silent when she places our food in front of each one of us, but Mya’s eyes never leave mine. While I’m not looking at her, I can feel her smirk from across the table as well.
“It went well, nosy,” I say as soon as our waitress leaves.
“Don’t you dare.” Mya points her fork in my direction. “I watched that horrid cat for two and a half days, making sure her stuck up tail didn’t starve. For you, Ivy. I did that for you. The least you could do is give us something more.”
I pause with my fish taco in my hand, halfway to my mouth. “What happened to taking care of Ms. Shelby out of the kindness of your heart?”
“Cut the shit,” Mya insists, and I burst out into laughter.
“The weekend was great,” I finally say. “Everyone was happy to celebrate the completion of the shoot. Michael Keith did a great job on this script, and the cast was phenomenal.”
“And you got your back blown out. Did he propose?” Mya gasps. “You two didn’t get married out there, did you?”
“What?” I yelp. “Are you out of your mind?”
“No, but he is over you,” Mya insists.
I roll my eyes. “I did not marry Andreas while in Las Vegas.”
“Are you sure?” Ari interjects.
“You too?” I look at Ari with wide eyes.
“You’re seeing someone?” Stacey asks.
I haven’t gone into the full details about my relationship with Stacey since I was doing my best to keep it as private as possible. But within the past couple of weeks, I’ve become more relaxed about being open about our relationship.
“Yes, Andreas Knight,” I say.
Stacey’s eyebrows raise in surprise. “Oh, he’s gorgeous.”
“Doesn’t she know it,” Ari chimes in.
The four of us laugh.
“I know I haven’t known you long, but from what I’ve seen and experienced being around you, you deserve someone who treats you well,” Stacey says. “My mom still talks about meeting you that day at the vintage store. She loved the outfits you sent to her through Style Box.”
“That’s great news,” I gush. “If she ever wants help or has questions about an outfit or piece of clothing she can always reach out to me. I know I haven’t been on Style Box lately,” I say apologetically.
“That’s because she’s busy getting her back blown out,” Ari interjects, which causes another round of laughter.
Thankfully, the conversation soon moves away from my dating life. We get to know Stacey a little more. Turns out, she came to L.A. to study art history at USC and ended up getting a job at one of L.A.’s most prestigious art museums.
I get lost in the conversation and our dinner for a while before my phone buzzes.
Mya raises an eyebrow at me, half smirking. “I bet that’s him.”
I start to tell her that Andreas has his book club tonight so the chances of him calling now are slim to none. But I hold it in, knowing that it would be like him to at least send me a text letting me know he’s thinking about me.
I turn my phone over and my heart sinks.
“No, it’s not him,” I mumble at the same time I stand to take this conversation outside.
“Hi, Rose.” I try to sound as jovial as possible when answering the phone for my sister.
“So you do remember my name.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose.
