into her back as she pulled Leigh away, but she didn't
care. What an asshole. When had he started acting like this? Was
this why Leigh had been so upset lately?
As soon as they were in the
privacy of the ladies room Leigh's eyes filled with tears and Angel grabbed
some tissues for her.
"What crawled up his
ass?" she asked, wrapping a comforting arm around her friend. Leigh looked
so pretty tonight with her long brown hair up in a simple chignon, silvery
earrings dripping from her ears down to her bare shoulders, and the simple gray
strapless sheathe dress she was wearing. It killed Angel to see her so
upset on a night when she should be feeling good about herself.
"He's been like that
lately," Leigh admitted, dabbing under her eyes. "Damn him... good
thing I wore waterproof tonight." She sighed, looking over her shoulder
in the mirror at Angel. "He used to love that I spoke my mind, thought it
was cute that I was loud and silly and occasionally crass. Now I feel
like he's embarrassed by me half the time. I hate this job but he's just
getting more and more involved in it and I'm afraid I'm losing him. Did you
see the way Mr. Friedman looked at me? I just know he’s going to say something
to Michael and then Michael’s going to be even more mad at me and… ugh.
It’s just so frustrating!"
"Oh honey," Angel said,
pulling Leigh into her arms as her friend sniffled. She held her tightly,
letting Leigh lean into her shoulder.
"He's going to leave me
again," Leigh whispered. "I know it. He's going to want to find a
woman that fits the image he needs for this stupid job."
Angel squeezed her tighter,
feeling furious at Michael and even a little bit at Leigh. She deserved
so much better, which was not a new sentiment, but no matter how many times
Angel told her that, Leigh just wanted Michael. "If he can't see that
you're the perfect woman then he deserves whatever bimbo hag he ends up
with."
Leigh snorted a laugh, pulling
away and dabbing at her face with a tissue again as she rolled her eyes. "How
do you always know exactly what to say?"
"I'm serious," she
replied. "And he's not worth you feeling like this. Are you even
happy in the relationship anymore?" Leigh hesitated and then
shrugged.
"I'm not sure. But I don't
know what I'd do without him. We've been together so long... I can't just
throw that away."
It was the same conversation they
always had whenever Angel brought her reservations about Michael up. He
really wasn't that bad a guy, even if right now she wanted to tear him a new
one for hurting her friend. But even if he wasn't that bad a guy, he didn't
seem right for Leigh either. She was the most self-sacrificing person
that Angel knew and she needed someone who would boost her up and not take
advantage of that. Unlike Michael who seemed to constantly be using that side
of her for his own benefit. Still, it's not like she could do anything
about it. Leigh's life, Leigh's decision.
So they went back out into the
room where Owen was waiting by the door, chatting with a good looking guy in
his early thirties. Michael was still over talking to the businessmen,
apparently completely unaware that his girlfriend of five years had been upset
enough to cry in the bathroom. Going by the concerned look that Owen shot
Leigh, he'd noticed. Too bad Owen wasn't single. He was a pretty
fantastic guy.
"Ladies this is my friend
Jordan, Jordan this is Angel and Leigh." After introductions were
completed Owen smiled genially at all of them. "Angel, I was hoping for a
dance perhaps? And Leigh, would you mind accompanying Jordan to the dance
floor so that I don't have to worry that I've abandoned him?"
"Thank you," Angel said
to Owen as he led her onto the dance floor. Glancing over at Leigh she
could see that her friend actually had a genuine smile on her face as she
looked up at Jordan. He was a pretty attractive guy, seemed just
care. What an asshole. When had he started acting like this? Was
this why Leigh had been so upset lately?
As soon as they were in the
privacy of the ladies room Leigh's eyes filled with tears and Angel grabbed
some tissues for her.
"What crawled up his
ass?" she asked, wrapping a comforting arm around her friend. Leigh looked
so pretty tonight with her long brown hair up in a simple chignon, silvery
earrings dripping from her ears down to her bare shoulders, and the simple gray
strapless sheathe dress she was wearing. It killed Angel to see her so
upset on a night when she should be feeling good about herself.
"He's been like that
lately," Leigh admitted, dabbing under her eyes. "Damn him... good
thing I wore waterproof tonight." She sighed, looking over her shoulder
in the mirror at Angel. "He used to love that I spoke my mind, thought it
was cute that I was loud and silly and occasionally crass. Now I feel
like he's embarrassed by me half the time. I hate this job but he's just
getting more and more involved in it and I'm afraid I'm losing him. Did you
see the way Mr. Friedman looked at me? I just know he’s going to say something
to Michael and then Michael’s going to be even more mad at me and… ugh.
It’s just so frustrating!"
"Oh honey," Angel said,
pulling Leigh into her arms as her friend sniffled. She held her tightly,
letting Leigh lean into her shoulder.
"He's going to leave me
again," Leigh whispered. "I know it. He's going to want to find a
woman that fits the image he needs for this stupid job."
Angel squeezed her tighter,
feeling furious at Michael and even a little bit at Leigh. She deserved
so much better, which was not a new sentiment, but no matter how many times
Angel told her that, Leigh just wanted Michael. "If he can't see that
you're the perfect woman then he deserves whatever bimbo hag he ends up
with."
Leigh snorted a laugh, pulling
away and dabbing at her face with a tissue again as she rolled her eyes. "How
do you always know exactly what to say?"
"I'm serious," she
replied. "And he's not worth you feeling like this. Are you even
happy in the relationship anymore?" Leigh hesitated and then
shrugged.
"I'm not sure. But I don't
know what I'd do without him. We've been together so long... I can't just
throw that away."
It was the same conversation they
always had whenever Angel brought her reservations about Michael up. He
really wasn't that bad a guy, even if right now she wanted to tear him a new
one for hurting her friend. But even if he wasn't that bad a guy, he didn't
seem right for Leigh either. She was the most self-sacrificing person
that Angel knew and she needed someone who would boost her up and not take
advantage of that. Unlike Michael who seemed to constantly be using that side
of her for his own benefit. Still, it's not like she could do anything
about it. Leigh's life, Leigh's decision.
So they went back out into the
room where Owen was waiting by the door, chatting with a good looking guy in
his early thirties. Michael was still over talking to the businessmen,
apparently completely unaware that his girlfriend of five years had been upset
enough to cry in the bathroom. Going by the concerned look that Owen shot
Leigh, he'd noticed. Too bad Owen wasn't single. He was a pretty
fantastic guy.
"Ladies this is my friend
Jordan, Jordan this is Angel and Leigh." After introductions were
completed Owen smiled genially at all of them. "Angel, I was hoping for a
dance perhaps? And Leigh, would you mind accompanying Jordan to the dance
floor so that I don't have to worry that I've abandoned him?"
"Thank you," Angel said
to Owen as he led her onto the dance floor. Glancing over at Leigh she
could see that her friend actually had a genuine smile on her face as she
looked up at Jordan. He was a pretty attractive guy, seemed just
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