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I nodded. “Thank you for your time,” I said, making myself smile
politely. “I look forward to hearing back from you, Mr. Cameron. Have a
good evening.”
Hitting End on the conference call I had been on with the representative
of the decision board of Terra-Wind, I took off my headphones and closed
my eyes for a moment. Jesus, I didn’t even know how that had gone. I just
hoped I had gotten through to him. My team was worth every extra penny,
and Terra-Wind was a renewable company that had the resources and the
potential to do something for the state of New York. I wanted this project.
Opening my eyes back up, I watched my phone flash with my sister’s
name, causing a twirl of mixed emotions. Any other day, I would have
automatically picked up. But not today. I had already sent several of her calls
to voice mail. If it were a real emergency, my whole family would have been
blasting my phone.
“Lo siento mucho, Isa,” I said as if she could hear me. “I don’t have time
to deal with another bridal apocalypse.”
I silenced my phone, placed it screen down, and moved onto the stack of
résumés that HR had sent over for the vacancies I needed to fill. Two—I’d
check a couple of them and take the rest home with me.
Four résumés later, I was dropping my trusty highlighter down. I let my
back fall on the backrest of my chair.
My head was spinning, probably due to the fact that I had been working
on mostly an empty stomach. Again. Because I had been dieting. Wrongly,
most likely. Closing my eyes, I scolded myself for being that dumb.
But, as much as I hated myself for it, I couldn’t stop thinking of standing
in front of Daniel. My ex, the groom’s brother and best man. Who, unlike me,
was happily engaged. Or in front of everybody. I could already feel every
single soul attending the ceremony watching me, watching us. Measuring my
reaction and assessing me—from the way I looked to the way my lips would
tug down and pale when I finally faced him. Looking for possible answers
that would explain why I was still single after all this time while Daniel
wasn’t.
Did she ever get over him? Did she ever get over everything that had
happened? Of course not. Poor thing. What happened must have really
messed her up.
So, was it that silly of me to want to stand there and look good? Not just
fine. Not just getting by. To everyone watching, I wanted to look complete.