she had learned from the best.
What alcohol she had imbibed, the chilly night air had almost blown away. The pretense of drunkenness was preferable to her current reality. Her thoughts were of Steve. They always came back to Steve and the mess she had created.
Hope had many regrets in life, and her actions on her wedding day were the biggest to date. How to repair her misjudgment was at the forefront of her every waking moment.
Regarding Destiny through barely opened eyes, Hope was reminded of Aviva. The two women were so very different in outward appearance, but the core of them was the same. They were both strong, loyal friends, and they loved her even though she was a monumental mess. They didn’t judge her, hold her flaws against her, and they saw beyond her outward façade. They saw her and still they loved her.
Hope couldn’t help thinking of Aviva. She missed her sister-friend. Throughout what was turning out to be one of the most difficult periods of her adult life, her most fervent regret was that she didn’t have Aviva to talk to. While she loved and appreciated Destiny, it wasn’t the same. She and Aviva shared a special bond. They knew each other’s every flaw, every indiscretion, every incorrect comment they had ever uttered, and still they loved each other. At least Aviva used to love her.
Hope couldn’t help mourning the loss of her friend, and how her single most asinine act to date had torn apart her life with Steve.
“Okay, that’s it. I’ve had enough of you feeling sorry for yourself! You’re the cause of this mess, and you’re the only one who can set it right, so sit up and drink that coffee. Then you and I are going to plan on how to get your man back. You do want him back don’t you, Hope?”
“Of course I do, don’t be so stupid.”
“I’m going to let you get away with that comment this one time because I know, you know, you are in no position to call anyone stupid!”
“Sorry.”
Destiny snorted at Hope’s apology. “That’s right, mate. You get real used to that word. It’s going to be running out of your mouth so much before you get finished that you’re gonna think about tagging it on your last name.”
Sucking her teeth, Hope sat up and took a cautious sip of her drink. Meeting Destiny’s regard, Hope blinked away her tears. “What am I going to do, Des?”
Hope saw a series of expressions pass over Destiny’s visage, one of them being amusement. That look was soon replaced by sympathy, probably due to the pathetic look that she wore.
Destiny’s intense regard soon began to agitate Hope, and she was unsure of why her friend was looking at her in that particular way. Hope then realized that she knew the look. It was the one she wore when running through scenarios in her head.
“Okay, the way I see it is that you need a way to get him here. That way you guys will at least have some distance from your normal reality.”
Tapping Hope on her legs, she pulled them up, and Destiny scooted back to rest her head against the couch.
Hope watched her friend as the same look of moments before returned. She was more than willing to allow Destiny the attempt of coming up with some form of plan. Heaven knows she had thought of so many way of approaching Steve it made her mind boggle.
Each time she thought she had a plan or a concrete way that would get him to listen to her, he had either hung up or not answered her call. She had only gone to his office once. When she had seen him leave the elevator, his long strides eating up the ground on his way out of the building, she had attempted to intercept him. Steve had just continued walking as though she hadn’t called his name. That had hurt, but she knew she had deserved it. Each time he rejected her advances at opening their means of communication, she would recall her behavior and retreat.
“Pass me my bag.”
“Why? What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to call Steve and ask him to come to London.”
“Oh
What alcohol she had imbibed, the chilly night air had almost blown away. The pretense of drunkenness was preferable to her current reality. Her thoughts were of Steve. They always came back to Steve and the mess she had created.
Hope had many regrets in life, and her actions on her wedding day were the biggest to date. How to repair her misjudgment was at the forefront of her every waking moment.
Regarding Destiny through barely opened eyes, Hope was reminded of Aviva. The two women were so very different in outward appearance, but the core of them was the same. They were both strong, loyal friends, and they loved her even though she was a monumental mess. They didn’t judge her, hold her flaws against her, and they saw beyond her outward façade. They saw her and still they loved her.
Hope couldn’t help thinking of Aviva. She missed her sister-friend. Throughout what was turning out to be one of the most difficult periods of her adult life, her most fervent regret was that she didn’t have Aviva to talk to. While she loved and appreciated Destiny, it wasn’t the same. She and Aviva shared a special bond. They knew each other’s every flaw, every indiscretion, every incorrect comment they had ever uttered, and still they loved each other. At least Aviva used to love her.
Hope couldn’t help mourning the loss of her friend, and how her single most asinine act to date had torn apart her life with Steve.
“Okay, that’s it. I’ve had enough of you feeling sorry for yourself! You’re the cause of this mess, and you’re the only one who can set it right, so sit up and drink that coffee. Then you and I are going to plan on how to get your man back. You do want him back don’t you, Hope?”
“Of course I do, don’t be so stupid.”
“I’m going to let you get away with that comment this one time because I know, you know, you are in no position to call anyone stupid!”
“Sorry.”
Destiny snorted at Hope’s apology. “That’s right, mate. You get real used to that word. It’s going to be running out of your mouth so much before you get finished that you’re gonna think about tagging it on your last name.”
Sucking her teeth, Hope sat up and took a cautious sip of her drink. Meeting Destiny’s regard, Hope blinked away her tears. “What am I going to do, Des?”
Hope saw a series of expressions pass over Destiny’s visage, one of them being amusement. That look was soon replaced by sympathy, probably due to the pathetic look that she wore.
Destiny’s intense regard soon began to agitate Hope, and she was unsure of why her friend was looking at her in that particular way. Hope then realized that she knew the look. It was the one she wore when running through scenarios in her head.
“Okay, the way I see it is that you need a way to get him here. That way you guys will at least have some distance from your normal reality.”
Tapping Hope on her legs, she pulled them up, and Destiny scooted back to rest her head against the couch.
Hope watched her friend as the same look of moments before returned. She was more than willing to allow Destiny the attempt of coming up with some form of plan. Heaven knows she had thought of so many way of approaching Steve it made her mind boggle.
Each time she thought she had a plan or a concrete way that would get him to listen to her, he had either hung up or not answered her call. She had only gone to his office once. When she had seen him leave the elevator, his long strides eating up the ground on his way out of the building, she had attempted to intercept him. Steve had just continued walking as though she hadn’t called his name. That had hurt, but she knew she had deserved it. Each time he rejected her advances at opening their means of communication, she would recall her behavior and retreat.
“Pass me my bag.”
“Why? What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to call Steve and ask him to come to London.”
“Oh
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