Page 43 of Verse Two
I blinked. Wilder was the cut-offqueen. I found it hard to believe that she wanted me to give a man who had lied to me and kissed another woman a second chance.
She must have known exactly where my confusion was coming from, because her next words were, “You know I’m quick to throw away a man if he isn’t acting right,butI think you may have jumped the gun with this one. I’m not asking you to take him back. Just give him a chance to explain. Giveyourselfa chance to hear him out.”
“Whatever, Wilder.”
She sighed. “Don’t do that. I want you happy, and if he makes you happy, I want him for you. We don’t have to talk about him anymore, though. Go take a shower and put on something cute.”
“Why?”
“Because I have plans for us.”
I chuckled. “You just got here. When have you had time to make plans for us?”
“On the plane, girl. You knew I wasn’t coming all the way to Paris without an agenda. We are about to have a Galentine’s Day for the books. I’m tired of seeing my sister frown. Go wash ya ass.”
Laughing, I did as I was told. For the first time in days, I felt an inkling of joy. I was excited about a night out with my bestie.I knew she loved me and wanted what was best for me. I also heard what she was saying about hearing Brixton out. Maybe she was right, but I wasn’t quite ready to act on that.
Either way, I didn’t need to have all the answers tonight. I needed to focus on enjoying time with my girl.
I rolled my eyes as Wilder, as I passed yet another couple kissing like they were the only people out here.
Wilder had really done her research and found that there was a fair in town. The fairgrounds were beautiful, especially now that night had fallen, and only the shimmering gold lights were brightening the place.
She and I always loved fair and amusement park rides, so it really was the perfect outing for us. Unfortunately, the setting also reminded me of my first date with Brixton Ellis, so our little girl’s date was doing nothing to improve my mood.
Blinking, I tried to force the memories out, but they weren’t budging.
“You all right?” I glanced at Wilder, who was already looking at me, frowning.
“I’m fine,” I said, lying through my teeth. “I guess I’m just in my head a little.”
Wrapping an arm around me, she squeezed gently. “Well, get out of it. You’re in Paris, D, at a fair that’s nothing like what we have at home. And you’re with me. That last fact should be enough to turn that frown upside down,” she said, smirking.
Her words made me smile, so I gave in to it and looped my arm around hers.
“You’re right. My bad.”
“Now come on and let’s find some fair food. I hope they got funnel cakes out here.”
“Me too.”
I let her tug me along in the direction she wanted to go.
“Wilde, we just passed a funnel cake truck.”
She was so intent on being the leader that she missed the fact that we were bypassing all the food that she claimed she wanted. She shook her head.
“I was looking at this,” she said, holding up the fairgrounds map. “And I think there’s better food over this way.”
I didn’t argue with her, but the further we walked from the smell of good food, the more annoyed I became with my best friend.
Her ass don’t know where we’re going.
“It should be through there.”
We passed under a canopy of what looked like hanging Christmas tree lights, and I frowned as I did a double take.
“Is it just me, or did the whole vibe just change?”
