Authors: Karice Bolton
I kicked off my heels, stripped out of my blouse and wriggled out of my skirt. So much for my bra in this dress. I unclasped it quickly and tossed it on the floor.
“Classy,” Brandy said, picking everything up for me. “Oh, I almost missed this,” she said, looking into the Nordstrom bag, pulling out a large jewelry box. “Want me to open it?”
I nodded as I slipped the dress over my head and felt the soft fabric cascade over my skin.
“Whoa,” she uttered, opening the box. “This is beautiful.”
She turned the box toward me, and the knot in my stomach—that I didn’t even realize was there—immediately diminished. So much for being cool and confident when it came to strapless dresses. As I looked in the box, a collared, sterling silver necklace with a large stone pendant was perfectly situated in tissue paper. This would cover up most of my scar…
“Nice,” I replied, smiling.
I positioned the front slit over my leg as Brandy zipped me up and centered the necklace around my neck, locking the clasp in place.
“You look stunning,” she said, stepping back.
The feeling of security the pendant provided as it dangled in the perfect place, gave me an extra dose of courage for the night. Something very few even knew I needed. I’d done a great job over the years explaining to everyone how well adjusted I’d become. Apparently, I hadn’t fooled my stepmom or Brandy for that matter.
“Hair okay?” I asked. I had placed it in a loose French knot this morning, and last I looked, it was still holding on.
“Yep. Let’s get going.” She grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the door. I grabbed my purse out of the chair and followed her to the elevators.
“There should be plenty of cabs at this time,” I said, as we wound along the far wall of cubicles and waited for the elevator.
“Umm.” Brandy stepped into the elevator, refusing to look at me.
“Oh, no. Please tell me we aren’t going in the limo.”
“Your father sent it over. He texted me,” she replied, trying to hide her smile.
“That thing is such a spectacle, especially in Seattle. I always feel like I should see my high school date inside as it pulls up. Besides, Seattle thrives on bicycles as the main mode of transportation,” I protested.
“Sorry,” she squealed. “But it sounds like the beast is going to be picking us up. And besides, can you really see yourself peddling on a bicycle in that outfit? Get real.”
I rolled my eyes and smiled as we stepped into the lobby. Sure enough the black stretch sedan was waiting for us beyond the doors.
“Let’s just hope we’ve got some hotties waiting for us at the ball,” Brandy said, winking. “Firemen, maybe, or how about some lawyers?”
“Yeah. Because that’s what always happens for us,” I retorted.
“Maybe we’ve struck out lately, but I know there’s hope out there for you and me. I mean if we can move past the whole blind date fiasco, it would be better for us all. You don’t have to keep reminding me. It was bad for us both.”
“Yeah. But you weren’t the one who wound up with Squiggy for an entire night. I was!” I shuddered at the memory.
“Right. Because my date, Father Time, was a far better choice,” she shot back.
“We’re screwed, aren’t we?” I laughed.
“I don’t know. I mean it might not be that bad being roomies forever,” she said, pretending to use a cane.
“Watching marathons of the Golden Girls is far different than living it.” I narrowed my eyes at her. “Even if we find a couple of
someones
worth talking to, I want to make sure to get home early tonight. I’ve got a lot on my plate tomorrow,” I said, watching Brandy’s expression fall.
“You certainly are a fuddy-dud for only being twenty-two.”
“Almost twenty-three,” I corrected. “And I don’t want to let my dad down. He didn’t have to give me this position.”
She smiled and pulled me through the revolving, glass doors to reveal a beautiful Seattle night. The cerulean sky held very few clouds, and the warm breeze was a nice change from the air-conditioned office building. The city was lively with taxis honking, commuters running to catch buses and trains, and tourists wandering with maps in hand. Bernie, our driver, greeted us. He’d worked for my dad for as long as I could remember. He was like another father to me, and he could actually pass as my dad’s brother. They looked pretty similar with strong jawlines and soft brown eyes. The only difference was that my father’s dark hair was graying slightly. I reached around Bernie’s neck and gave him a big hug, the pumps making me as tall as him. I released my arms, and he beamed.
“Well, don’t you two look beautiful,” Bernie said, opening the back door for us. He was dressed in his usual dark suit and tie. My father told him years ago that he could wear whatever he wanted, but Bernie refused to ever veer away from the suits. I don’t think I’d ever seen the man in jeans.
“Thanks, Bernie,” I chimed, crawling inside the limo as gracefully as possible and plunking in the far seat. Brandy climbed in after me, situating herself in the seat next to me as Bernie closed the door. He made it around to the driver’s door and slid in the sedan, popping the privacy glass up.
Brandy reached for the bottle of champagne and gave me a huge smile.
“You know, Gabby, this is way better than a taxi,” she laughed, as she popped the cork. “No matter how you cut it.”
“It’s better with my best friend in here, no doubt,” I said laughing, while I steadied my glass for her to pour in some of the pink bubbly.
“Agreed.” She poured some of the pink liquid into her glass and took a taste.
I sat back and drank a few sips of the champagne, hoping it would relax me before we got there. My stepmom and dad were throwing a fundraiser at one of the local wineries in Woodinville. I think it was at Chateau Marx last I heard, but I tended to dismiss these things as quickly as I heard about them because it felt like these events were endless, always some cause to sponsor or some reason to celebrate.
“Since you got the invitation, do you know what this one’s for?” I asked, raising a brow.
“I think it was to help with medical bills for that little boy who was struck in the hit-and-run accident. I think that’s where I recognized his name from, anyway.”
“Shit. Now I feel like a complete d-bag,” I muttered.
The car continued to lurch and crawl as Bernie made his way through the downtown traffic, and my stomach wasn’t feeling so great with the bubbles sloshing with each pause.
“You’re looking a little green,” Brandy noticed. “Want me to finish that for you?” She wiggled her brows and pointed with her free hand.
“Actually. Yeah.” I smiled and handed her my flute and leaned my head back to focus on breathing, staring at the nip and tuck upholstery of the ceiling.
“So this is the real reason you don’t like the limo,” Brandy chuckled. “Now it makes sense. Does anyone know?”
“I told them I outgrew it. I was tired of getting teased endlessly,” I whispered, steadying my breathing as the sloshing continued. “Besides, it only happens in traffic.”
Brandy continued to laugh all the way to the onramp of the highway, and I immediately perked up as the car began to steady its speed.
“Traffic doesn’t look too bad,” she said, sipping from one glass and holding the other.
“Things are looking up,” I said, watching the downtown corridor flash by on our way to the floating bridge. The silvery, pink, and blue skyscrapers gave way to brick homes and condominiums lining the highway.
The traffic on the highway was nonexistent, which made the commute a breeze. I grabbed my empty flute back from Brandy and filled it halfway up as the nausea subsided. Our car glided onto the ramp of the 520-floating bridge, and I took a triumphant gulp of the fizzy stuff as we made our way across the water. I prevailed.
“This place is always so beautiful in the summer,” Brandy replied, looking out the window.
She was right. The calmness on the one side of the bridge allowed for the sun to dance off the glistening water, whereas the other side of the bridge presented the choppy whitecaps, which bounced off the worn cement of the bridge. I always wondered why there was such a difference between the two sides. There was always the calm side and always the choppy side, kind of like my life.
The car began to slow again and my stomach tightened. Just as I was about to take another sip of champagne, my entire body lunged sideways onto Brandy’s lap as our limo hit whatever was in front of us. I braced myself for a vehicle to crash into us from behind, but thankfully it was only the one hit as the sound of brakes and tires squealing behind us stopped. Bernie immediately rolled down the partition and looked panic stricken, checking us for injuries.
“You girls, okay?” he asked, breathless. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what happened.” His face was ashen and his brown eyes wide.
I hoisted myself out of Brandy’s lap and straightened up to see out the windshield.
“We’re okay, Bernie. Are you?” I asked.
“Yes, ma’am,” he muttered, clearly shaken.
“Not a drop spilt,” Brandy offered, trying to make him feel better with her usual dose of humor.
I shook my head and looked through the windshield. It looked like we’d hit some sort of white utility trailer. I couldn’t see what kind of vehicle was towing it, but judging by the size of the trailer, it would have to be something beefy. All I knew was getting in an accident on the bridge was every commuter’s worst nightmare. Bernie quickly opened his door and jumped out. I hoped they could quickly trade information and we could move on.
“Whoa. Sometimes things are meant to be,” she sang, squeezing my elbow.
“What are you talking about?” I asked. There was nothing worth getting in an accident over, especially as the horns blared behind us.
“
That’s
what I’m talking about,” she purred, yanking on me to look outside. “Did you know such perfection was possible?”
Clearly the bubbles had already gotten to her.
I craned my neck and saw Bernie hustling over to someone, and that’s when I saw him. I didn’t believe my eyes. Men like this didn’t exist in Seattle. We were a city full of hipsters and techies, but here he was… standing right next to our car. I felt as if my world had done a pause. Just the mere sight of him made my heart flutter like I was back in grade school waiting to open my very first Valentine.
This was crazy!
As he exchanged information with Bernie, I watched his every move. From his dark hair that the breeze mussed up slightly to the lopsided grin that he wore, I simply couldn’t look away. There was something so intriguing about him. I mean there was no denying it. The guy was completely built, but there was something more.
It didn’t hurt that his smile was out of this world, but any guy who just got rear-ended and had the decency to smile about it was unusual. The dark shadow along his jawline signaled a morning without a shave, which complimented his rugged appearance and I just…
“You stopped breathing,” Brandy mumbled and all I could do was smile.
He was dressed in a pair of ripped jeans, and his shoulders were broad, filling out his charcoal t-shirt. As my eyes fell back down to his jeans, my insides clashed madly as I glimpsed bronzed skin where his shirt had tugged up slightly. I looked over at Brandy who was in the same zone as me.
The way the sun was setting, I didn’t think he could see inside, but it somehow felt like his eyes were on me, watching me fidget. Okay. That was probably wishful thinking, but it really did feel that way. So much so that I refused to look in his direction, even though it was killing me not to check him out.
“Can he see through the windshield, do you think?” Brandy mused.
“Why?” I asked. “I don’t think so, but I’m not sure since the privacy glass is down.”
“Well, it looks like he’s captivated by someone back here and it’s not me,” she stated.
“Yeah. Then he definitely can’t see back here,” I said, feeling the heat run up my body.
“I’m pretty sure he can, and all I can say is lucky you.”
I turned my attention back to him and saw him speaking with Bernie, but I will admit his gaze did manage to gravitate in this direction.
“I think I’d trade my soul for one night with him,” I whispered.
“That’s my Gabby,” Brandy chuckled. “You just needed a Mr. Perfect to show up.”
“He’s completely unattainable,” I replied, daring myself to look at him once more. “That’s why I can say it. He’ll drive off, so will we, and I won’t have to worry.”
His hand gripped a leather wallet, and my gaze followed up his long, muscular arm as I watched him stuff it back in his pocket. How could a slight movement do this to me? His laughter echoed all the way to the car as he patted Bernie’s shoulder and dipped his head to peek through the windshield. This time there was no doubt who he was looking at as our eyes locked, sending a shiver up my spine. His long lashes outlined his amber eyes, and they were like liquescent gold as the sunlight caught the bronze flecks just right. I didn’t even think that was a possible eye color, except maybe in a little movie I happened to love back in high school and college, but still those were contacts. These weren’t. His lip quirked up, and he gave a slight nod. So slight, I wasn’t even sure it happened.
Brandy squealed and tightened her grip. “He’s coming this way,” she said.
“Quick. Sit over there.” I pointed to the backseat, and she dove toward it. I started laughing but followed right behind her. I felt the giddiness of high school fill me to the brim, and I had no idea why.
“How come we just did that?” she muttered, ready for the next commandment as she adjusted her dress.
“I have no idea,” I confessed.
I pointed at the Grecian God as he peered into the darkened glass next to us. He did a double tap on the window with his knuckles as his lips twisted into a cocky smile. When he stood back up, I noticed his shirt hugging his flat stomach and began dreaming about my fingers skating across it and started chuckling.
“What’s so funny?” Brandy quipped and I shook my head.
“I have no effing idea, but this mirage of a man is turning me into a mess.”