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strangers, and from everything Henry’s told me about her, I expect a self-absorbed, prima donna with too much money and time on her hands. I’m not prepared for the energetic, young woman who practically bounces into the apartment and wraps her arms around me in a tight hug.
“I’m so excited to meet you,” she says, nearly squeezing the oxygen from my lungs.
She pulls back and her wide smile dims suddenly. She seems almost upset by my appearance. And compared to her fancy clothes and hair, I don’t blame her.
Self-conscious, I take a small step back and wrap my arms around my chest.
“Sorry. I don’t mean to stare.” She’s still frowning, but I can see there’s nothing malicious in her gaze. “It’s just.” She tilts her head as if she’s studying me. “You just look a lot like someone I used to know.”
“Oh,” I say, not knowing how else to respond. “Henry said the same thing when he first met me.”
“I imagine he did,” she says cryptically. Then her face brightens again, and she takes my hand. “I can’t wait to hear about everything. It’s just so exciting.”
“Everything?”
“Yes, everything.” She waves her arms in the air. “I want to know how you and Henry met. How long you’ve been dating. How long it took him to ask you to move in.”
“He didn’t tell you?”
“Henry doesn’t tell me anything. That’s why I’m so excited to finally meet you.” She glances down at my clothes, then does a small circle around me like she’s appraising me “I love this look you’ve got going on. It’s like bohemian mixed with the girl next door. Super fun.”
“Bohemian?” I glance down at my worn in jeans and oversized blouse that I bought at the thrift shop last month.
“You’re funny.” She laughs, linking her arm with mine and practically dragging me towards the elevator. “So in all seriousness, how did you manage to get my brother to settle down?”
“He’s not…I mean, we’re not that serious.”
“Serious enough to move in together.” She winks, stepping into the elevator when it opens.
I shrug, not knowing how much I should tell her. What can I say? The truth is I don’t really know how to process the bombardment of emotions that Henry evokes. All I know is that he somehow fills the places in my heart that have been long left empty and aching.
Becca must sense my reluctance to share because she changes the subject quickly.
“So what stores do you like to shop at? I prefer Louis Vuitton, Prada, Gucci. But if there’s somewhere else you’d like to go let me know.”
I don’t know much about any of those stores, but they all sound expensive.
Becca talks non-stop all the way to the car that’s parked outside of the apartment, and it doesn’t take me long to realize that she idolizes her brother.
After only twenty minutes, I know every trivial detail about her wedding, her bridesmaids, and the man she’s about to marry. While there is genuine affection in her voice for Asher, I also note that she’s worried about the disconnect between him and Henry.
“I just wish Henry would give Asher a chance. He can be so black and white sometimes, but I’m sure you already know that.” She sighs and picks up a pink sequenced dress that the sales associates picked up, and curls her lip. “This is a definite no.”
We go to three different stores and try on numerous dresses before Becca is finally satisfied with one.
“I can’t buy this,” I say, staring incredulously at the four-digit price tag of the dress I have on. A soft blue silk that drapes around my breasts and hips, and dipping seductively low at the back.
I wonder if she realizes that there are people in the world who don’t walk around with an inexhaustible supply of credit.
“But Henry will love it on you,” she squeals, clapping her hands. “It matches your eyes perfectly. With your hair up, it’ll be absolutely stunning.”
I glance at my reflection and can’t help the small
“I’m so excited to meet you,” she says, nearly squeezing the oxygen from my lungs.
She pulls back and her wide smile dims suddenly. She seems almost upset by my appearance. And compared to her fancy clothes and hair, I don’t blame her.
Self-conscious, I take a small step back and wrap my arms around my chest.
“Sorry. I don’t mean to stare.” She’s still frowning, but I can see there’s nothing malicious in her gaze. “It’s just.” She tilts her head as if she’s studying me. “You just look a lot like someone I used to know.”
“Oh,” I say, not knowing how else to respond. “Henry said the same thing when he first met me.”
“I imagine he did,” she says cryptically. Then her face brightens again, and she takes my hand. “I can’t wait to hear about everything. It’s just so exciting.”
“Everything?”
“Yes, everything.” She waves her arms in the air. “I want to know how you and Henry met. How long you’ve been dating. How long it took him to ask you to move in.”
“He didn’t tell you?”
“Henry doesn’t tell me anything. That’s why I’m so excited to finally meet you.” She glances down at my clothes, then does a small circle around me like she’s appraising me “I love this look you’ve got going on. It’s like bohemian mixed with the girl next door. Super fun.”
“Bohemian?” I glance down at my worn in jeans and oversized blouse that I bought at the thrift shop last month.
“You’re funny.” She laughs, linking her arm with mine and practically dragging me towards the elevator. “So in all seriousness, how did you manage to get my brother to settle down?”
“He’s not…I mean, we’re not that serious.”
“Serious enough to move in together.” She winks, stepping into the elevator when it opens.
I shrug, not knowing how much I should tell her. What can I say? The truth is I don’t really know how to process the bombardment of emotions that Henry evokes. All I know is that he somehow fills the places in my heart that have been long left empty and aching.
Becca must sense my reluctance to share because she changes the subject quickly.
“So what stores do you like to shop at? I prefer Louis Vuitton, Prada, Gucci. But if there’s somewhere else you’d like to go let me know.”
I don’t know much about any of those stores, but they all sound expensive.
Becca talks non-stop all the way to the car that’s parked outside of the apartment, and it doesn’t take me long to realize that she idolizes her brother.
After only twenty minutes, I know every trivial detail about her wedding, her bridesmaids, and the man she’s about to marry. While there is genuine affection in her voice for Asher, I also note that she’s worried about the disconnect between him and Henry.
“I just wish Henry would give Asher a chance. He can be so black and white sometimes, but I’m sure you already know that.” She sighs and picks up a pink sequenced dress that the sales associates picked up, and curls her lip. “This is a definite no.”
We go to three different stores and try on numerous dresses before Becca is finally satisfied with one.
“I can’t buy this,” I say, staring incredulously at the four-digit price tag of the dress I have on. A soft blue silk that drapes around my breasts and hips, and dipping seductively low at the back.
I wonder if she realizes that there are people in the world who don’t walk around with an inexhaustible supply of credit.
“But Henry will love it on you,” she squeals, clapping her hands. “It matches your eyes perfectly. With your hair up, it’ll be absolutely stunning.”
I glance at my reflection and can’t help the small
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