“Sounds good. Do whatever you want.”
“You’re a natural beauty. Loose curls?”
“Sure.”
“Why aren’t you taking a date?” Amy asks me, and I groan.
Megan laughs. “Bad topic?”
“Why should I take a date if it isn’t someone special? All that does is create more work for me when I get there,” I say so convincingly, I almost believe it myself.
“You need date. Work too hard.” My mama points at me and gives me her unapproving look.
I need Megan to help me out. She’s done my hair for a long time and knows me fairly well. I’m thankful when she says, “What’s going on in the real estate market?”
I spend the remainder of the appointment focusing on real estate, my hair, makeup, and avoiding the topic of anything to do with men.
Before my mama and I part ways, she pulls back from the hug and says, “Why no date, Vivian?”
Sighing, I realize I’m not going to get out of this. I’ve never gone to an event alone before, and my mama knows it. “The man I want to be with isn’t here.”
“Boyfriend?” My mama eyes me suspiciously.
“No. He won’t be, either.”
My mama recoils. “No? He lucky with you.”
I change the conversation to Greek, even though we are in public, and she usually would disapprove. “We aren’t together.”
“Why not?”
I shrug. “It’s complicated.”
My mama focuses on me. “Vivian, he’s not married, is he?”
I jerk back. “No!”
She nods in relief. “Then what is the problem?”
I can’t tell her the truth. So I lie. “He lives in New York.”
She scans my eyes. “You met when Charlotte got into her accident?”
“Yes, we met then.”
“That was a long time ago.”
“A while, yes.”
“You’re in love with him?”
I look away.
She grabs my hands. “Vivian?”
“Yes.”
“Then why isn’t he here?”