Four strangers from different walks of life meet on a cruise and spend an unforgettable week together. All of them on their own self-discovering journeys, and onboard for different reasons.
Texan heiress and ballet prodigy, Brooklyn Brankovich, lon...
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Chapter Forty-two: "Chlorine dreams"
"Hey, Mom," I spoke on the phone after picking up on the second ring.
"Hey, you sound... happier?" She noticed.
I giggled, sniffing the flowers centered on my counter. "I feel happier, Mom. Sorry about last night, I was just being dramatic," I let her know.
Noah telling me last night that he was going on a date, was just the cherry on top. I felt as if I'd been discarded just that fast; first at the club, then to my new friends. I had to understand that Cassie has another responsibility right now and I can't force her to jump into best friendship with me. Gael is Gael. And Noah has a lot on his plate and he just wanted what was best for me, even if that was hard for me to understand at the time. Well, he's just hard to understand overall, but we're getting there.
"Brooklyn, when you left I did some self-evaluation and started seeing my therapist. One thing she told me about you, is that your feelings are valid. So, maybe you weren't being dramatic," my mom said.
"Mom, I don't like this new you. Are you- have you been drinking again?"
She laughed. "No, honey, it's medicinal marijuana. Medicinal," she repeated.
Well, I might as well tell her I've dabbled, too, I thought. "I smoked," I blurted, kind of excited to admit it.
"You did what?!" She roared, getting angry like the tiger-parent she is.
"Nothing, nevermind," I quickly retracted my statement, covering my mouth.
Mother sighed and started a light laugh. "We're coming to visit in a month, Brooklyn - or whenever your dad can get off again."
"That's fine, Mom. I'll see you then. Say hi to Sutton and Mel for me! Tell Dad I asked for him," I talked, getting ready to hang up.
"I love you, darling. Kisses!"
"Love you, too, bye."
*
There was a knock. I ran over in my big fluffy sneaker-slippers and glared through the peephole only to see Noah standing there.
"What's this?! Gimme, gimme, gimme!" I exclaimed, snatching the box of donuts from his hands. "I love Dunkin, please tell me there's lemon-filled in here."
"There's lemon-filled in there," he replied dryly.
I opened the box and frowned, seeing that there was no such thing. "You lie," I scoffed.
He chuckled and snatched the half-dozen from me. "That's because they're not for you, they're for Emereigh. Me and Gael are gonna pick her up from daycare and hang out, do whatever she wants today."
