Chapter 2

“He forgot.” I sighed as I flopped down on the queen-sized bed in Davy’s room—well, technically, our room. Mine was overflowing with clothes and had long turned into a storage room.

I stared at the screen; Kim, my best friend, sat with her shoulders straight as a pin as she did her makeup, and my lips curved slightly in a smile.

Tall, lean, and graceful were words to describe her, and with a face that even surgery couldn’t recreate, she was easily top-tier.

Kim came from a line of supermodels. Her grandma was Miss World in the 70s, her mother was Miss America, and she is obviously following the line.

Rumor had it that she was the true definition of nepotism, but aren’t we all birthed from nepotism?

However, she had tried to carve a niche, trying to break into the movie industry, a feat I warned her dearly not to attempt anymore.

And I made sure not to subject my eyes to such a hideous display of stiffness and practiced lines. However, she learned from her mistakes and decided to focus on modeling, a job she was actually good at.

“Who forgot?” Kim asked, glancing at the screen to look at me before she dabbed her face with the foundation.

“Davy, obviously.” Anger flared inside me as the events of earlier replayed, but I pushed it down, choosing to focus on the screen. “He missed the dress shopping.”

“Yikes.” Kim said with a grimace, staring at me through the screen with light brown eyes that made it feel like she could see through me. “Are you alright?”

My lips opened, ready to spill out every emotion swirling in me, but I shut them and shook my head. “He was supposed to come with.” I whispered, already feeling tears prickling in my eyes.

I hated that I was such a crybaby, even in moments that didn’t warrant it.

“Anna,” Kim called, pushing away her mascara and reaching for her phone, holding it close like she was trying to comfort me over the device. “I understand you are upset, but you know how demanding his job is. Davy would have come if he had the chance.” Her voice was soothing, patronizing even, and I could feel the effect working in me.

I understood why she was the crowd favorite.

“I know,” I sighed miserably. “But that doesn’t help it. This was important. It is the start of my wedding. If he can’t even make it today, who says he is not going to pull an avatar and vanish before the wedding?”

“Anna.” Kim shook her perfectly styled hair because everything about her was perfect, and she picked up the lipstick. “You need to stop watching those movies; they are messing with your brain.”

“Well, there was nothing else to do.” I shrugged, rolling to lie on my back. “I had to find something to replace those 3 seconds of horrible acting you subjected me to.”

“Really?” Her brow shot up, but I could see the hint of a smile threatening to show.

“I was only telling the truth.” And in a lower tone, I said. “You should fire any manager that tries to pitch that career path to you.”

“Alright, I am not going to listen to you bitch about my acting. I have an event to attend.”

“I love you.” I practically screamed, blowing a flying kiss at the screen, and I caught a glimpse of her smile and her mouthing the words before the call went off.

My phone was thrown somewhere on the bed, and I stared at the ceiling, yet I saw nothing, not when my mind was totally focused on Davy.

He may have wronged me by forgetting about our appointment, but I could understand that because he was busy.

However, he had from now till midnight to make amends, probably with a Chanel purse, and then it would be water under the bridge.

So I waited, clutching my phone in my hands as I padded downstairs, my slipper slapping on the sparkling tiles.

I made straight for the kitchen, standing in front of the refrigerator as I scanned through the meal the chef had prepared for the week.

I chose mac and cheese with smoked salmon, microwaved it, and carried it all the way to the dining room, eating an early dinner with only Gia, the housekeeper, to keep me company.

“Ma’am, are you alright?” She asked, and I stared at the buxom woman who could as well give birth to me. She was Davy’s housekeeper and had been with him since he was grown, and since I was the only girlfriend he had had, she had taken to me.

“Yes,” I blew out a breath. “It is just Davy. We were supposed to go dress shopping, but he bailed out. I tried to reach him, but it wasn’t going through, and I will not be calling him more than twice because that is what courtesy demands. So he had better make amends before 12 or consider this over!”

The housekeeper stared at me, brows pulling together as I ranted, and I would have laughed if it wouldn’t have spooked her.

I understood her bias towards him, and she was a firm believer in not meddling, so she only murmured some words of reassurance before scurrying back to someplace in the house, and I chuckled watching her flee.

I tidied the plate and stayed in the living area, catching up with The Big Bang Theory while my eyes kept darting to the grandfather clock on the wall.

Davy should be here anytime soon, and I was going to berate him for not coming before kissing him and probably releasing some tensions.

Seconds turned into minutes. Minutes stretched into hours, and I had gone halfway through the third season, right to the episode where Leonard’s mother visited.

I looked up just as the clock struck 1 a.m., and the realization finally settled in.

He was not coming home. And I had no idea what that meant for us.