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without putting up a fight.
He sighed, falling deeper into the seat. “Fine.”
“Oh, and be as detailed as you can too. Use her exact words if you can.”
He exhaled again. “After she switched to English, she said that it was nice
to meet me. That you’d better have a good excuse for not picking up because
that text was scary. That the stupid hippie who was in charge of the flowers
was going to ruin her wedding because, now, the linen of the tables wouldn’t
match her bouquet.”
That had me snorting. That poor florist was about to pay for his sins.
He continued, “And that she’d see me in a few days. At the wedding.”
That last part wiped all humor off me. “Before that, she asked me if I was one
of those hipsters who didn’t eat meat. Because in that case, she would have to
uninvite me to the wedding. Then, she added that she was joking and told me
that I’d better be there if I knew what was good for me. Especially if I loved
roasted lamb. I said sure. I do love lamb, to be honest. I don’t eat it often
enough actually.”
An ugly, loud, animal-sounding groan left my body.
“Mierda. Qué desastre. Qué completo y maldito desastre.” I brought my
hands to my face, covering it with my palms and wishing that hiding from
this stupid situation were as easy as that.
“She might have said something like that, too, when she thought it was
you on the phone.” Then, with medical curiosity, he asked, “What does that
mean exactly?”
“It means shit. Mess. Disaster. Catastrophe,” I answered, my voice
muffled through my fingers.
Aaron hummed in agreement. “That would definitely fit the tone of the
beginning of the conversation.”
“Aaron”—my hands dropped to my lap—“why did you tell her that you
would be there? The wedding is only a few days away. I’m flying to Spain in
three days.”
“We just went through this,” he said, sounding as exhausted as I felt. “I
did not tell her I’d be there. She assumed I’d be there.”
I shot him a glance.
“After what went down?” I told him, trying a new approach to the topic.
“After our conversation and how we agreed that our deal was off? You let her
assume you’d be there.”
Had he forgotten about that? Because I had not.