(First of all people. . . .I. Am. Sorry. Sorry for updating so long.)
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A week before Ricci’s wedding, Ken, Allen, Me, Anya, and then Cliff – Ricci’s soon to be husband – went for a get together dinner at a resort restaurant, so that we could properly meet each other. Of course, it’s that Anya being my “date” so I wouldn’t look like a 5th wheeler. Is there even a 5th wheeler? I don’t care. I just didn't want to look like the awkward single person ruining her friend's double date.
Cliff Dalton, Ricci’s superbly gorgeous – like what she said – fiancé is definitely a cool person. Okay, the word 'cool' is an understatement, and it probably sounds like it came from a high school student, but yeah he is. He's open minded, loves nature and well... probably opposite of Ricci. Well, you know what they say, opposite attracks, right? Cliff has bronze, slick hair and a trimmed beard that made him all sexy. Yep, I just complimented a guy and said he’s ‘sexy’. His eyes were gorgeously light brown that matched his tan skin. He's not even homophobe just like everyone considering the fact that his fiancé’s two best friend back in high school are both gay.
Ricci was giving him all lovey-dovey eyes whenever he spoke. She looked ridiculous, honestly. But then I guess that’s what a person looks like when they’re crazy in love with someone. That’s probably how I look at Gabri-
I cut the thought.
And then a sudden movement (or probably that’s just my natural sense telling me whenever she was near I would just mindlessly look at the direction where she’s at) suddenly caught my eyes.
My chest felt it was on different knots, and my tummy has some kind of butterflies that wouldn’t settle down. I felt excited, and nervous and happy at the same time.
Gabrielle walked in, very graciously in my eyes, and immediately I was hypnotize by her beauty. Her legs looks so much sexier because of the heels she’s wearing that I knew perfectly fitted her dress, and I just had to swallow hard. Her blonde hair on a high ponytail, emphasizing her gorgeous face and then her heart-shaped pink lips turned into a bright smile.
She’s so beautiful…. It makes my heart ache.
I smiled absentmindedly, but that foolish smile quickly faded, considering that - Ugh - her boyfriend is following her behind, looking annoyingly gorgeous as ever. Truth is, if I weren’t crazy head over heels towards Gabrielle - I hate to admit it - but they kind of look really good together. I don’t like him still. It’s just a thought.
I scrunched my face in disgust, and groaned. They all heard it, and turned to look at where I’m staring. Allen made an “oh” sound. He already knew him, Gabrielle’s boyfriend I mean. My Dad’s actually the one who introduced that guy to Gabrielle. That information didn’t help me at all to like that guy even a little.
“I uh, invited her.” Ricci said suddenly, reminding me just now. I looked at her, and gave her a look that says ‘Really?’ “I didn’t know he was going to come along with her. I hope you don’t mind.”
Of course, he’s going to come along with her. Why, he’s perfect and everything and would just do to please his (not to mention my ex-girlfriend who was also my stepsister, that up until now I’m still crazy in love with) girlfriend.
I sighed, and kept my composure “Of course I don’t mind Ricci. You planned this dinner and all.” I reminded her and gave her a reassuring smile.
"Hey, I thought you said her boyfriend looks hideous." Anya said interrupting us "And you mentioned him looking like a hybrid monkey and a. . . what’s that you said? A fish? Or was it a donkey? I can’t remember."
I looked at her and raised my brow. I didn’t say that . . . well, I don’t know really. “I didn’t.” I laughed humorlessly, hiding the fact that I’m being that jealous ex-girlfriend who would trash talk their ex’s new girlfriend. . . well boyfriend.
