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Authors: Emily Cooper
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glue that makes this trio perfect.
She’s not afraid of anything and whenever she’s with us, Zoe and I feel invincible.
Blond, tanned and drop-dead gorgeous, Racheal was always the one to fill our group with confidence.
She is a no-nonsense, straight-talker, but very fun.
“Looking good, Rachael,” Zoe comments.
“Likewise, Mumma-bear.”
“Thanks, it’s hard to maintain a decent body when you’ve pushed out three boys!” Zoe laughs.
The laughter only makes us all hug again.
It feels magical.
I could spend the entire week’s holiday in this moment if it were possible.
After all, it’s been four years since we were all together.
Like I told Zoe earlier, life gets busy, and trying to stay in contact with your high school friends can be challenging. Our lives have taken us in such different directions, geographically and emotionally, and so it’s been hard to keep in touch.
“A week in the Florida sun,” Rachael says, smiling like she’s lost in a daydream.
“Sun, surf, and sand,” Zoe adds.
“Not for me,” I state. Both girls look at me with the same confused expression on their face. “For me it will be Margaritas, Daiquiris, and Pina Coladas!”
They chuckle with both relief and amusement. “And hopefully, some nice men to look at!”
“You don’t get a lot of good looking men out where I am,” Zoe states. “It’s mostly country lads.”
“So? Todd is a dreamboat,” I comment. “He’s all the eye candy you need.”
“Look, I love Todd to bits, but he’s gotten older, and he’s put on a few kilos around the middle. Those washboard abs have disappeared altogether.”
“Pfft, we all have that,” I jeer, jiggling the small layer of flab on my side.
“Don’t be silly,” Racheal adds. “Women are supposed to be a bit curvy. We’re in our thirties now - we don’t want to look like twelve-year-old girls. We want to look like women. And real, sexy women have curves!”
“I’m not thirty yet,” Zoe interjects. “My birthday isn’t until next month, remember?”
Although we all grew up together, we’ve branched off into different life stages. Even though Zoe is the youngest, she’s the most advanced out of the three of us. She’s married, has kids, and owns a big house in the country.
Life is good for Zoe.
She has the trifecta that every woman wants.
Well, that every straight woman wants anyway.
Although we are here to celebrate turning thirty, none of our birthdays are this week.
Rachael, the eldest, had her birthday two months ago and mine was three weeks ago.
I almost forgot about mine.
I was in the middle of a heavy workload and worked through the night.
I received a five-minute phone call from my parents, but that was it for me.
No cake and no celebration.
I did have a glass of wine, though.
Woo hoo…
But it’s ok.
This trip will make up for all that.
We were lucky that all of us could find the time to do this.
We had to juggle my busy work schedule, Zoe’s home life, and Rachael’s business needs to book it for the right time.
“Yee-hah!” Zoe yells after we go through the gate and onto the plane. “I’m free.”
That sort of wild enthusiasm could only come from a woman who has been stuck raising three young boys - day in, day out.
“Yee-hah!” Rachael and I echo, joining in on the excitement.
“Where are you sitting?” I ask Zoe.
“Who cares? I’m free!” Zoe begins to do a happy dance on the plane.
Her enthusiasm is becoming infectious.
I don’t think I’ve been this excited since… since… ever.
Chapter Three
“How are you holding up since Nick left?”
“Nick who?” I pretend not to know whom Rachael is talking about.
“Yes, Claire – Nick,” she says with a lopsided smirk as we settle into our seats.
“Um… I’m good. I don’t think about him much anymore,” I reply.
In reality, I think about my ex-boyfriend all the time.
It’s strange, I
She’s not afraid of anything and whenever she’s with us, Zoe and I feel invincible.
Blond, tanned and drop-dead gorgeous, Racheal was always the one to fill our group with confidence.
She is a no-nonsense, straight-talker, but very fun.
“Looking good, Rachael,” Zoe comments.
“Likewise, Mumma-bear.”
“Thanks, it’s hard to maintain a decent body when you’ve pushed out three boys!” Zoe laughs.
The laughter only makes us all hug again.
It feels magical.
I could spend the entire week’s holiday in this moment if it were possible.
After all, it’s been four years since we were all together.
Like I told Zoe earlier, life gets busy, and trying to stay in contact with your high school friends can be challenging. Our lives have taken us in such different directions, geographically and emotionally, and so it’s been hard to keep in touch.
“A week in the Florida sun,” Rachael says, smiling like she’s lost in a daydream.
“Sun, surf, and sand,” Zoe adds.
“Not for me,” I state. Both girls look at me with the same confused expression on their face. “For me it will be Margaritas, Daiquiris, and Pina Coladas!”
They chuckle with both relief and amusement. “And hopefully, some nice men to look at!”
“You don’t get a lot of good looking men out where I am,” Zoe states. “It’s mostly country lads.”
“So? Todd is a dreamboat,” I comment. “He’s all the eye candy you need.”
“Look, I love Todd to bits, but he’s gotten older, and he’s put on a few kilos around the middle. Those washboard abs have disappeared altogether.”
“Pfft, we all have that,” I jeer, jiggling the small layer of flab on my side.
“Don’t be silly,” Racheal adds. “Women are supposed to be a bit curvy. We’re in our thirties now - we don’t want to look like twelve-year-old girls. We want to look like women. And real, sexy women have curves!”
“I’m not thirty yet,” Zoe interjects. “My birthday isn’t until next month, remember?”
Although we all grew up together, we’ve branched off into different life stages. Even though Zoe is the youngest, she’s the most advanced out of the three of us. She’s married, has kids, and owns a big house in the country.
Life is good for Zoe.
She has the trifecta that every woman wants.
Well, that every straight woman wants anyway.
Although we are here to celebrate turning thirty, none of our birthdays are this week.
Rachael, the eldest, had her birthday two months ago and mine was three weeks ago.
I almost forgot about mine.
I was in the middle of a heavy workload and worked through the night.
I received a five-minute phone call from my parents, but that was it for me.
No cake and no celebration.
I did have a glass of wine, though.
Woo hoo…
But it’s ok.
This trip will make up for all that.
We were lucky that all of us could find the time to do this.
We had to juggle my busy work schedule, Zoe’s home life, and Rachael’s business needs to book it for the right time.
“Yee-hah!” Zoe yells after we go through the gate and onto the plane. “I’m free.”
That sort of wild enthusiasm could only come from a woman who has been stuck raising three young boys - day in, day out.
“Yee-hah!” Rachael and I echo, joining in on the excitement.
“Where are you sitting?” I ask Zoe.
“Who cares? I’m free!” Zoe begins to do a happy dance on the plane.
Her enthusiasm is becoming infectious.
I don’t think I’ve been this excited since… since… ever.
Chapter Three
“How are you holding up since Nick left?”
“Nick who?” I pretend not to know whom Rachael is talking about.
“Yes, Claire – Nick,” she says with a lopsided smirk as we settle into our seats.
“Um… I’m good. I don’t think about him much anymore,” I reply.
In reality, I think about my ex-boyfriend all the time.
It’s strange, I
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