“No,” I answer without thinking twice. “This had everything to do with Helena and me.”
“Well, I wish I could be there for you tomorrow.” He laughs. “I’ll FaceTime sometime soon, for sure.”
“Thanks,” I tell him. “I’ll call you tomorrow. I’m going to go and—”
“Definitely not drown your sorrows,” he jokes with me.
“Nah,” I say, after the night that I fucked up everything, I never took another drink again. I was never not going to have a clear head. Actually, scratch that, the only time I would make an exception was if I won the Stanley Cup, otherwise it was always a no. “Thanks for checking on me.”
“Always,” he states before he disconnects. I put my phone down beside me, taking in the quiet of the house when the phone beeps beside me.
Looking over, I see that Helena texted me. I don’t know what I’m expecting but it gives me a light of who she is.
I’m not paying the wedding planner.
sofia
I jog up the steps to the office, pulling open the door. Taking a look around, I see no one there waiting for me, which is weird since I had my date last night. “Good morning,” I say loudly while I turn to walk down the hallway to my office.
“We are already in the conference room, waiting to be briefed!” Clarabella yells out.
“We have coffee and mimosas,” Presley says, “without champagne because Shelby is a stick in the mud.” I roll my lips. “And we have to work,” she mimics Shelby.
“It’s freshly squeezed,” Shelby gasps.
I laugh as I pass by my office and walk right into the conference room. “So coffee and orange juice?” I say, looking at the tray that is in the middle of the desk, which holds a pot of coffee and a pitcher of orange juice with four glasses beside it. There is also a tray of croissants next to it with fresh fruit. “Oh, look at this continental breakfast.” I pull out a chair and sit down, placing my purse to the side.
I grab a mug for the coffee and pour it, adding a splash of milk. “So?” Shelby looks over at me.
“So,” I say, “it was nice.” I try to sound optimistic.
“It was nice,” Presley repeats and then looks over at Clarabella, who just shrugs before talking.
“I’m just going to say I was right.” She looks at her sisters and back at me.
“Right about?” I ask, taking a sip of my coffee.
“I said that you didn’t sleep with him last night,” she finally says, and I gasp. “They said you would.”
“It was a first date!” I look at both Shelby and Presley who glare at Clarabella.
“That is not even how it went,” Presley corrects. “You said she wouldn’t be doing the walk of shame.”
“And I was right.” She points at me. “She didn’t even walk in here with a pep in her step. It was monotone, like her vagina.”
“Ummm.” I don’t know what to say. “One, I wasn’t going to sleep with him on the first date,” I declare and then they all look at me. “And two, do you think I would come to work wearing the same thing as the night before?” I roll my eyes, looking down at my black jeans I slid on this morning with a white turtleneck and a plaid jacket. “I would at least go home and change.”
“So did you have sex with him?” Shelby leans into the table, waiting for me to answer.
“No!” I shriek as they all look at me. “Okay, fine, it was a nice time. But…”
“Nothing good comes from a but,” Presley says, leaning back in her chair, “not one thing. I love you but you’re using your teeth too much.”
“I love you but,” Clarabella adds, “we can’t have sex all day, we have a baby now.”
I roll my lips trying not to laugh at them, but I can’t help it. I throw my head back and laugh while Shelby just shakes her head. “I can top that; I love you, but your mother is in the kitchen.”
“Ewwww.” Clarabella winces. “You were going to have sex with Mom in the kitchen of your house?”
“No.” Shelby shakes her head. “We were at Mom’s house.”
“Oh, for the love of God,” Clarabella says, “it better have been in your room.”
Shelby looks around the room. “You did not put your skanky ass on a communal area,” Presley throws out between clenched teeth.
Shelby gasps out loud. “One, I don’t have a skanky ass. He’s my husband.” She holds up her hand with her rings on it. “And two, what communal area? It’s Mom’s house.”