"This is what she had become."
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Cleopatra Banks' last week in the small town of New Chelsea is nothing like she would have imagined it, but nothing could have prepared her for the stinging betrayal she's faced with and suddenly the prospect of...
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I wake up way before the sun rises early on Saturday morning. This time however, it's not the roaring thunder that wakes me up or the fear of walking down the runway and falling. No, today I've been woken up by the incessant ringing of my phone.
I search for it all over my bed and find it far off at the corner near my feet.
Lexi.
I roll my eyes and contemplate going back to sleep but think better of it. It could be very urgent if she's calling me at such a random hour.
"Le--" I attempt to speak in my groggy state but she quickly cuts me off and begins rambling.
"I think I met my husband," she chirpily says. I stay quiet for a moment, waiting for the words to register in my mind.
"You called me at four in the morning to tell me you met your husband? Are you kidding me right now?" I ask. I swear if Lexi's having another one of those lucid dreams about an old rich man—
"No, I'm serious. I can feel it in my bones Cleo! In fact, you're the one who introduced me to him," she says.
"Lexi, I couldn't even tell when a guy had fallen in love with me. How on earth did I manage to set you up with someone I don't even know?" I ask.
"You posted a video of him singing last week, well now it's blown up. I couldn't tell you immediately after watching the video that I was in love because I didn't want to sound ridiculous but it's been a full week now so... it's legitimate. I'm marrying this guy," she says.
"Are you talking about April?"
"That's his name? He sounds so beautiful when he sings Cleo, he's like a total angel and a total babe might I add and on top of that he has such a beautiful name too? I'm in frikkin teenage girl heaven right now!" She exclaims and I can barely believe that my best friend is fangirling over April.
But then again, April is April.
"You do realize that he's named after a month right?" I ask.
"Oh shut up, nobody ever questions Harry Styles' surname so why do you want to even judge my April?" she adamantly asks.
I throw my head back and laugh into the phone, hoping I don't wake anybody up. "Besides, April's like my favorite month," she continues and I laugh even harder.
"That is such a lie," I reply.
"Stop making fun of me okay? Would you rather have a sexy musician for a brother in law or an ugly seventy something year old?" she asks. "Lex, are you even hearing yourself right now?"
"Dude, I'm being legit. I haven't slept all night because I keep looking at the video of him singing at your mom's café. Have you noticed that he does this thing at the end where he smiles into the camera and winks? Something literally shifted in my soul when he did that I'm not kidding."
