The Cunningham's and the Montgomery's have since long been feuding with one another. Dating decades back, the two families separate advertising companies in New York City have been competing to win over the most clients and become the most acclaimed...
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THE thing about sitting outside in our backyard during Winter was that it wasn't comfortable. Even under the huge blanket I brought outside to the gazebo, I still caught the cool breeze of the wind as it brushed by. There was really no point in being outside at the moment, as I had to be dressed and ready to leave in less than 30 minutes for the merge party, and I was still in my Christmas pajamas from the previous year.
I just couldn't bring myself to get up, to pull myself out of the state I was in where all I could do was sit in the gazebo under my blanket and, well, sulk, I guess.
After the conversation in the kitchen yesterday, I was pretty much locked in my room for the rest of the day. Nic tried to talk to me, but I didn't let anyone in. Matteo snuck through the window somehow and brought me more cinnamon rolls, but even he couldn't get through to me when it came to discussing tonight's inevitable fate of seeing Ava.
It would be so nice to see her face. Her smile. The way she glistened under the Christmas lights.
It would also probably hurt a fuck ton.
But I had to go to the merge party and that was a fact. Number one, it was important to my parents and despite not being the future of MG2 anymore, I was still a Montgomery. Number two, it was incredibly important to Nic, and he was more enthusiastic than I'd ever seen him when it came to the party. And number three, it was being held at one of my favorite places in the world:
The Met.
The Met had always been a staple from my childhood to my adulthood. And even though I had more recent memories of me and Ava, moments that I held so close to my heart, the museum still meant everything to me. I hadn't been there in a little over a year, and I wanted to return so badly.
"T."
I flinched and turned, seeing Nic standing by the entrance of the gazebo. He stepped up the two stairs, holding his own blanket around his shoulders, and came to sit beside me, nuzzling himself further into his blanket.
"Jesus fuck, it's cold out here. Are you losing your mind?"
I shrugged. "Yeah. Probably."
Nic sighed and I felt his gaze turn to me, but I didn't dare look at him. "T, you can't do this to yourself."
"Do what?" I asked.
"Do this," Nic said, gesturing towards me and the gazebo. "The thing you did when you and Ava broke up in the first place. You get down on yourself. You sulk and you sit in this goddamn gazebo even when it's literally freezing. You think lowly of yourself despite your usual ego and sureness of yourself."
"I don't need a therapy session, Nic."
"Maybe you do. Everyone needs to be therapized once in a while. God knows I know that," Nic said, muttering the last part and looking away from me. "So I am here to therapize. For the sake of leaving on time and not being late to the biggest event literally of my life."
