The day dragged closer to the evening. The cocktail party was supposed to start at five o'clock and we would technically just party until whenever we wanted to.
I think that's what I needed.
Despite the fact that I'm a grown woman, getting drunk was still one of my coping mechanisms, especially because I had a high tolerance due to the amount I drank in high school.
"You ready?" Grayson asks, peering around my door. I smiled, half-heartedly, as I stood in front of my mirror, admiring myself.
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"You look beautiful." Grayson says, coming inside my room. I looked at him, noticing that he was well dressed too. A black shirt on, along with some green pants, a designer belt wrapped around his waist.
"Thanks. I don't feel it." I mutter.
"Look," Grayson says, turning me to face him. "Jamie's an asshole okay? I know how shitty it must be but we're all here for you." he says, before pulling me into a hug.
"Always." I hear two other voices. Harley and Joey smile at me, before we all hug each other. As Joey steps back, I smile at her with genuine amazement.
She looked so pretty. She smiles at me, as I admire her. I feel my eyes start to water a little.
"If you cry bitch, you'll ruin your makeup." she says. I nod, taking a deep breath to calm myself down. I look around the room to see if I had forgotten anything before heading downstairs.
Jamie had flew back today, because of his work and well, because we had broken up too. I did tell him to get the fuck out yesterday when he tried to sleep in our room.
As I went downstairs, I saw Ethan, standing leaning against the wall, as he scrolls through his phone. He was wearing a white shirt along with black pants. He always cleaned up too well.
His eyes meet mine as a smile spreads across his face. He puts his phone into his pocket, before his eyes scan my outfit and well me. He comes closer to me, the same smile on his face.
"Damn, you look gorgeous." Ethan says, without thinking. He shakes his head smiling, looking down at the floor before back at me again.
"Thank you." I smile. I look around for April, but she wasn't here.
"Where's April?" I question.
"Oh. Well, I kinda may have told her what happened between us." he says, putting his hands into the pockets of his pants.
"Seriously?" I say, my voice more quieter.
"Yeah, she said that we're over. In fact, I actually booked her flight back too." Ethan shrugs.
