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Lucky.
My phone grows silent, so I let out a puff of air and put it down. I’m not sure what to think about my impromptu conversation with Tyler. My pulse picks up speed each time a text comes through. There’s a part of me that’s exhilarated and wants to keep talking to him. And then there’s the part that’s frustrated after watching him with Leslie.
Every time my phone buzzes, I wonder if it’s Tyler. I haven’t even read any of the bridesmaid texts because I can’t afford to get sucked into that vortex.
Thankfully, it’s time for lunch, so Parker and I head to a café down the street. We aren’t even out the door when she asks me about my meeting with Spencer. I’m surprised she hasn’t been bombarding me with questions all day.
“We talked about the director position,” I tell her. “He told me I was recommended for it—thank you, by the way.”
She throws her arm around my shoulder as we walk. “I told you there’s no one better for the job. You just have to believe in yourself.”
“You sound like a motivational speaker,” I say, opening the door to the café.
She gives a thoughtful look. “What a great idea. Maybe I should look into it.”
As soon as we order and find a table, I tell her what Spencer said about her great energy. She’s so ecstatic, you’d think I told her he admitted to being madly in love with her. All through lunch my phone continues to light up with messages, none of which are from Tyler.
We return to the office, and I spend the rest of the day doing my job. I don’t know when Spencer is going to announce who the new director of sales will be, but I’m sure it will be soon. I’m both nervous and anxious. Maybe a new challenge is exactly what I need in my life right now.
ChapterFifteen
The day of Caroline’s bridal shower has arrived, and I couldn’t be more thrilled. I’m both happy for her and happy for me because the texts about cupcakes and arguments about shower games will finally end.
The dress code for the big event is “perfectly pink.” At first I felt like I was invited to a six-year-old’s birthday party. I guess there are worse things, and Caroline does love pink. Luckily I adore my outfit. I found a gorgeous dark pink maxi dress with bell sleeves. I probably would’ve bought it regardless, but it’s the perfect attire to wear to the perfectly pink bridal shower.
Just as I finish styling my hair, my phone rings. When I see my mother’s number, I groan. I’ve been so busy I haven’t been able to catch up with her, and the last time she texted me was to let me know she hadn’t received an invite to the wedding yet. And it’s totally my fault because I haven’t asked Caroline about it. I don’t want her to feel obligated to invite my parents and if I mention it, she will.
“Hello, Mother dear,” I say.
“What’s up, girlfriend?”
I burst out laughing. I definitely wasn’t expecting her to say that. I’m assuming she picked it up from some of the munchkins at her school.
“That’s quite a greeting.”
She laughs. “I thought it would be funny.”
“It was.”
I run my hands through my hair and add a bit of mascara to my lashes while we chat.
“I’m sorry I haven’t been in touch,” I say. “Between work, bridesmaid duties, and events, I feel like I haven’t had any down time.”
“Yes. I figured,” she says. “You’re a busy gal.”
“How are you, Dad, and the munchkins?”
I listen as she tells me about the celebration her school did for principal appreciation day. Every year they make a big deal out of it and spoil her, which is wonderful.
“Anyway, I wanted to let you know that your father and I are fine with not going to the wedding. Bob and Steph invited us to the Gulf Coast that weekend.”
This is the best news I’ve heard in a while. I owe Bob and Steph big time.
We chat for a few more minutes, and I rush off the phone so I can get to the shower. Erica requested we be there early to greet guests and make sure everything is set up perfectly. I’m assuming she’s referring to the cupcakes. My mother’s phone call is a great start to the day, let’s hope it continues. As soon as I get in my car, my phone buzzes with a text from Tyler.
Good luck today. Thinking of you.
I stare at my phone. It’s been a few days since Tyler and I had any communication. So many thoughts are rushing through my brain as I reread his message. He’s thinking of me? Why? Is it because I have to spend the day with Leslie and the others? Or is he just thinking of me? It’s so hard to read people through texting.
