Page 64 of Every Inch of You
“So what happened withBrad?”
I told her the abbreviatedversion.
“No.”
“Yeah well, he hasn’t called since then,so.”
“But I mean…You didn’t ask him toexplain?”
“No.”
“Whynot?”
“I don’t know. Because I’m notyou.”
She kept shaking her head and checking her hair and lipstick in the mirror. “Well. I’m sorry. We were really looking forward to seeing him and seeing you and him together, and seeing youhappy.”
“Don’t worry about me.Seriously.”
“I do. I can’t helpit.”
“Well, I look good in my bridesmaid dress, so you don’t have to worry aboutthat.”
She turned to face me and put her hands on my shoulders. “Oh Vivvy, I set up that whole personal trainer thing so that you’d feel great about yourself when you saw Connor and Slutface. I didn’t really care how you’d look in the wedding pictures. Well—I mean I do care, but…God, You’re the most beautiful woman I know. I just wanted you to feel good again. I certainly didn’t expect that it would create even more drama.” She cleared her throat.Twice.
I hugged her. “Don’tcry.”
“I’m not going tocry.”
“I loveyou.”
“I love you. I want you to be so happy because you so deserveit.”
“I am, I’m happy for you. Let’s go eat a rehearsal dinner, I’mstarving!”
“Okay,” she said, running the tip of her finger along the bottom of her right eye. “But don’t eat too much. I still want you to look good in that dresstomorrow.”
