Page 58 of The Vow We Made
“I’m not so bad,” I say while trying to ignore Bronte who is pulling a stupid face. It’s as if she’s about to burst.
“Come on, what is it?” Faith asks while pouring tea for herself and Steph.
I open my mouth but Bronte swoops in with, “She’s got it bad for the hot doctor but he’s being a bit aloof!”
“Bronte! I have not! She’s over exaggerating.” I stare in warning. “Madam here has got ahead of herself.”
“But you like him a lot?” Faith asks with a slow smile while taking a seat.
“I do, yes, and that’s the problem. I’m not sure he’s still interested.”
“What gives you that impression?” Steph isn’t smiling.
“I don’t know, it’s a feeling I suppose. We’ve talked on the phone, but this is the first week since the accident he hasn’t been over. I was trying to explain to Bronte how he isn’t exactly seeing the best of me while I’m cooped up here and can’t get around properly. Maybe he’s getting bored.”
“There could be a simple explanation to all this Vickie, after all, he works in one of London’s busiest hospitals. He might not have the time to spend with you at the moment.” Steph says while fidgeting in her seat.
“That’s what I said.” Bronte pipes up again. “I’m sure he’ll come over as soon as he can.”
“I’m not so sure.”
“You’ve only been with him five minutes, Vickie. At least give him the benefit of the doubt,” Steph snaps and I note the exchanged look between Faith and Bronte.
“It doesn’t seem like five minutes. Everything up until this point, has been effortless and I… well it doesn’t matter.”
“Vickie!”
“Oh Christ. Sorry Bronte.”
“What’s going on?” Faith asks as I drop my hand to my lap because I’ve just proved Bronte right. Again. I didn’t realise how much I try to hide my scarring.
“She’s doing it again.”
“What do you mean again?” I screw my mouth up in Bronte’s direction.
“We’ve all noticed it sweetie.” Faith adds. “Sorry but one of us had to say something. I’m just glad it wasn’t me by that expression on your face.”
Steph moves in closer, patting my hand. “And ifwecan’t tell you, who can? Be proud of what you’ve survived. Don’t hide it.”
“Easy for you to say.” I mumble.
“Oh come on Vickie. Once they’ve healed properly, nobody will even notice.” Faith smiles.
“I guess so and once I get to wear my war-paint again, a good concealer should cover them up.”
Steph squeezes the hand she’s holding. “You don’t need it, but if make-up makes you feel more comfortable, then go for it. And as for Aiden, slow down. For your own sake, get to know him. Properly.”
“I will. I mean, I thought I was. I don’t know, perhaps I’m just fed up of being on my own.”
“You’re not on your own sweetie, you have us,” Bronte pipes up with Faith adding, “Of course you do.”
I’m sure in Steph’s own way, she’s trying to tell me not to make the same mistake twice. I didn’t know Andy as well as I thought I did, despite being together for nearly four years before we married. Steph was the one who helped me pick up the pieces of my disastrous marriage so she’s bound to be protective.
“And what about you Steph? What’s happening with you and Kit Harington’s stunt double?” Bronte obviously isn’t sensing the deep mood.
“Kit Harington? Really?” Her nose wrinkles. “I don’t see it.” Steph says.
“Oh, come off it. You must have noticed the similarities. Black curly hair, dark complexion and eyes to die for? He’s possibly the hottest cabbie in London.”
