*Two Weeks Later*
I fixed the simple dress I had picked out for Harry's art gallery opening, I was a tad nervous to even show up. That meant I would have to see all of his friend and Meadow, in all honesty I didn't even know if I could face them. Any of them for that matter, however I didn't know if I could even look Meadow in the eye after what she did to me. I took another drink of wine before I grabbed my small shoulder bag and smoothed my dress yet again. Taking a deep breath I turned away from my mirror and walked to my closet to slip on some heels. Once I was ready, I headed out to the living room so I could leave before I was late.
"You look good", Serena complimented me.
"Thank you", I smiled at her as I grabbed my wrap so I could keep warm throughout the night.
"You look better since you've stop doing drug and drinking, I'm super proud of you", Serena came to me and placed a hand on my shoulder.
"Thank you again for helping me stop", I looked at her with gratitude.
"Your like my sister, I'd do anything for you", she pulled me into a hug.
I gave her one last smile before I headed out, flagging a taxi down and giving him the address to Harry's gallery. I sat in the back and began to reflect on myself, I was also proud of myself too because Serena was right. I definitely took initiative for myself ever since Harry came to see me. I wasn't so depressed and I hadn't felt like going out partying all night long. It was probably the closure Harry gave when he came over, making me realized that it wasn't me that made Harry cheat. It didn't make me feel any better but my insecurities definitely died down. I was excited to see him, I knew I had to give him my answer tonight and after much deliberation with Serena she helped me come to a conclusion.
"Here", the annoyed taxi driver muttered as we arrived at a very nice area of town.
"Keep the change", I muttered handing enough money for the fair and a very large tip. Scurrying out of the cab.
I took a few steps on the side walk, my heels clicking the near silent and deserted street. The only sound was the faint musical notes of whatever song they were playing inside the art gallery. I stood outside for a bit mentally preparing myself for whatever was going to happen tonight. I hadn't seen Harry's friends in nearly a year, just like him. Would they treat me different? Did they know we had broken up? Did they know he cheated? I began to second guess myself for even coming here, I mean Harry wanted me here but should I have come. I blew a raspberry and shrugged my shoulders.
"Here goes nothing".
