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interesting break. With the Tinkerbell twins acting like children and with you making a face like you just got kicked in the gut, I’d say an all-round successful trip so far.”
I raked my fingers through my mass of red hair.
“This is not what I had in mind to help me get over being ditched.”
He gave a throaty laugh. “I’m sure it’s not. And ice cream, cookies, whipped cream, and stagnating on your couch was working so much better. There aren’t any rules or instructions on how to break up, Charlie. You just have to roll with the punches.”
Bustling out of the entrance door, Ness held an array of maps in her hands.
“Okay, so here’s how this is going to work. Rule number one: no one is to even utter that shit streak Brad’s name from this point onward. Rule number two: wallowing in self-pity is strictly prohibited. Rule number three: you will dump every pair of yoga pants and fat girl t-shirts the moment we unpack. This has got to stop. And the final rule: you will spend the next four days doing exactly as you are told by the three of us.” She glanced at Adam who was shaking his head at her.
“Well, me and Dana then. Any questions?”
I wanted to slap her around the face and scream that she was nuts if she thought I was spending the next four days under her reign of terror. But, I decided a vow of silence was going to be far less trouble. Throwing her a simple ‘whatever,’ I grabbed my case and dragged it behind me in to the hotel.
* * * *
The room Ness had booked for us was enormous, and I didn’t even want to hazard a guess at the cost. The entire suite was decorated in a 1920s New York style. Ness had already begun hanging her clothes in every possible wardrobe, which left a small chest of draws and very slim closet for Dana and me to share. Lucky for Dana, she was as thin as a broom handle and therefore, her clothes took up very little space. This thankfully left more room for my tents, pool covers, and bed sheets that I called outfits. But, what Ness pulled out of her case next was anything but frumpy. Holding her hand above her head, she displayed a pale blue and white ball gown.
“Oh my God. You didn’t? Please, tell me that you did not bring those horrific costumes!” Dana begged with a look of sheer terror on her face, but it was no use. Tossing the ball gown on the bed, Ness produced a Little Mermaid outfit and a Snow White quickly followed. I held my hand over my eyes, as though not looking would make the horrible things disappear.
“You don’t honestly still expect us to wear those do you, Vanessa?” I asked knowing full well what the answer would be.
“Of course we’re wearing them! And don’t full name me. You only get to full name me when I’ve broken a girl code rule. No rule broken here and no way either of you are crawling out of this.”
I snickered mockingly. “Crawl out of it? Ness, when we bought those, I was at least three sizes smaller! I’ll be interested to know how I can possible cram my grande sized arse in to it!”
Dana picked up the Snow White outfit with a coat hanger and held it at arm’s length. “Oh, this is just hideous.”
Ness fisted her hands on her hips. “Well, I like that gratitude. I paid an extra forty pounds to get that through customs. That ball gown alone weighs a tonne!”
Dana gave me a sympathetic look, and I knew right away that she was swaying in Ness’s favour. Shaking my head fiercely, I held my hands up. “Not a chance. I am not playing Cinderella, and I am not wearing that dress! I should have been sliding into my wedding dress this week, not an itchy, nylon outfit that looks as though an eight year old dreamed it up! No, no, no!”
The two of them stared at me, and a game of ‘who will crack first’ began. I had been jilted, cheated, and dragged across the pond. There was no way I was going to humiliate myself any further. No chance at all!
* * * *
Sitting in the most disgustingly happy bar I
I raked my fingers through my mass of red hair.
“This is not what I had in mind to help me get over being ditched.”
He gave a throaty laugh. “I’m sure it’s not. And ice cream, cookies, whipped cream, and stagnating on your couch was working so much better. There aren’t any rules or instructions on how to break up, Charlie. You just have to roll with the punches.”
Bustling out of the entrance door, Ness held an array of maps in her hands.
“Okay, so here’s how this is going to work. Rule number one: no one is to even utter that shit streak Brad’s name from this point onward. Rule number two: wallowing in self-pity is strictly prohibited. Rule number three: you will dump every pair of yoga pants and fat girl t-shirts the moment we unpack. This has got to stop. And the final rule: you will spend the next four days doing exactly as you are told by the three of us.” She glanced at Adam who was shaking his head at her.
“Well, me and Dana then. Any questions?”
I wanted to slap her around the face and scream that she was nuts if she thought I was spending the next four days under her reign of terror. But, I decided a vow of silence was going to be far less trouble. Throwing her a simple ‘whatever,’ I grabbed my case and dragged it behind me in to the hotel.
* * * *
The room Ness had booked for us was enormous, and I didn’t even want to hazard a guess at the cost. The entire suite was decorated in a 1920s New York style. Ness had already begun hanging her clothes in every possible wardrobe, which left a small chest of draws and very slim closet for Dana and me to share. Lucky for Dana, she was as thin as a broom handle and therefore, her clothes took up very little space. This thankfully left more room for my tents, pool covers, and bed sheets that I called outfits. But, what Ness pulled out of her case next was anything but frumpy. Holding her hand above her head, she displayed a pale blue and white ball gown.
“Oh my God. You didn’t? Please, tell me that you did not bring those horrific costumes!” Dana begged with a look of sheer terror on her face, but it was no use. Tossing the ball gown on the bed, Ness produced a Little Mermaid outfit and a Snow White quickly followed. I held my hand over my eyes, as though not looking would make the horrible things disappear.
“You don’t honestly still expect us to wear those do you, Vanessa?” I asked knowing full well what the answer would be.
“Of course we’re wearing them! And don’t full name me. You only get to full name me when I’ve broken a girl code rule. No rule broken here and no way either of you are crawling out of this.”
I snickered mockingly. “Crawl out of it? Ness, when we bought those, I was at least three sizes smaller! I’ll be interested to know how I can possible cram my grande sized arse in to it!”
Dana picked up the Snow White outfit with a coat hanger and held it at arm’s length. “Oh, this is just hideous.”
Ness fisted her hands on her hips. “Well, I like that gratitude. I paid an extra forty pounds to get that through customs. That ball gown alone weighs a tonne!”
Dana gave me a sympathetic look, and I knew right away that she was swaying in Ness’s favour. Shaking my head fiercely, I held my hands up. “Not a chance. I am not playing Cinderella, and I am not wearing that dress! I should have been sliding into my wedding dress this week, not an itchy, nylon outfit that looks as though an eight year old dreamed it up! No, no, no!”
The two of them stared at me, and a game of ‘who will crack first’ began. I had been jilted, cheated, and dragged across the pond. There was no way I was going to humiliate myself any further. No chance at all!
* * * *
Sitting in the most disgustingly happy bar I
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