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My stomach clenched at that thought. “I know.”
“So, I guess you have to decide if your anger and her mistake are really worth losing her altogether.”
I stared back at him, speechless. I might not have agreed with him about much when it came to all this shit, but those words hit home.
31
OLIVIA
I stared at myself in my full-length mirror, one of the unpacked items still remaining in my apartment. Somehow, after talking with Zena, I had managed to make it home and get ready for the premiere. It had served as a temporary distraction from what happened with Eli only hours earlier, and while I still wasn’t over it, at least I looked hot.
Well, mostly hot.
My black dress was formfitting, and while I was only twelve weeks, I looked bloated around my mid-section. “It is what it is,” I told myself, letting out a sigh as I took in the plunging neckline. It wasn’t my usual style, the sides of my breasts somewhat visible for the world to see, but when I’d bought it I was hoping to make a statement bold enough to catch Eli’s attention…
And now I was wishing I had picked something more modest so maybe I’d just be invisible.
I swallowed hard as I carefully smoothed out my sideswept blonde waves, fashioned in a way that made me look much more elegant than I really was. No matter how glamorous I appeared on the outside, I would always be the nerdy writer who had a difficult time making friends—and finding love. Meticulously, I finished applying the red lipstick and turned away from the mirror, my eyes shifting to my phone sitting on the edge of the bed.
Before checking it, I grabbed my red handbag—that matched my shade of lipstick—and made sure I had everything I needed. I slipped into the red heels, ones that I might faceplant in, and then picked up my phone, lighting up the screen.
Two notifications.
From Zena.
Ugh.
I opened up the two texts.
Everything will be okay, I promise.
See you tonight, sexy lady. ??
I laughed at the last one but didn’t send a response. I knew that Eli was more than likely going to be at the premiere—because you know, it was his company and shit—but he clearly wasn’t going as my date. He had admitted his love for me, and then it had been swiped away before I even had a chance to enjoy it.
Fuck me.
Rolling my shoulders, I glanced at the time on the digital clock by the bed. It had come with the apartment, and that was a good thing, because the old black square clock was not a friend of mine. It had the old-style alarm that left me wondering if a bomb was going off or if I was just having a nightmare every morning. Regardless, my car would be here to pick me up in less than ten minutes. Funny how working for Whiss Productions included a chauffeur to events like this.
Tax write-off, probably.
As I made my way to the front door, my eyes scanned my bare-boned apartment one last time. In just three days, I would be in Los Angeles, settling into a studio apartment there—starting all over.
Well, kind of.
Now that Eli knew I was pregnant, I had no idea what our arrangement would entail. He might fly to Los Angeles to see the baby? Or would he make me fly to NYC? I pondered the question as I locked my door behind me and headed for the elevator. We didn’t have much time to discuss what our future looked like, and all I could hope for was that his anger would subside enough to have a civil discussion.
Because clearly, the relationship between us was off the table.
My heels clicked obnoxiously on the tile as I stepped off onto the ground floor, making my way to the street. My light leather jacket wasn’t going to be warm enough for me to stand outside and wait for the car, so I settled for a chair positioned in the elaborate lobby of my apartment building. It was set next to the window, overlooking the street outside. I hadn’t been fond of the hustle and bustle of the city or the cold temperatures…
But now I was starting to think I would miss them.
My phone vibrated in my handbag and I hurriedly dug it out, hoping like hell that it would be Eli, changing his mind about everything.
But nope. It was just my brother.
“Hey, Owen,” I answered, my eyes still focused on the diverse crowd of people walking with a purpose on the other side of the glass. It was a Friday night, and the city was going to be busier than ever.
