It's In His Kiss(67)
“Come on, Nick, have a little fun. Look, everyone else is.” He motions his hand to where everyone is swimming and laughing.
“Not going to happen, Kay and I are taking the bus back to the hotel. I’ll send it back to get you guys.” With that said she storms off.
Like a good MOFH I follow letting out a frustrated groan as I start to catch up to her. Just a couple more days. Looking in the sand I see everyone’s shoes and a few articles of clothing. I can’t find my shoes. I try to backtrack, but Nicky is yelling for me to come. Letting out a sigh, I say goodbye to my five hundred dollar sparkly shoes.
The ride back is quiet and I know Nicky is seething. I bet she is plotting all the ways to make Daniel’s life a living hell for the rest of this trip, but then again I bet Daniel is doing the same. When the bus pulls up Nicky doesn’t even look at me. Her hair is knotted and disheveled all over, her dress is still wet and her makeup is running down her face. I look over myself and laugh.
“We look like a hot mess,” I say trying to cheer her up.
“Shut up Kay, you look fine, you always look fine,” She barks, then storms off leaving me standing alone at the hotel’s entrance.
Chapter Three
The next morning I woke up to pounding on my door.
“Kay, wake up, it’s me.” Nasty Nicky is back in action. Her voice sears through my head. Getting up I take my time walking to the door, because I know I will be greeted with the wrath of Nicky.
“I need to see what you are planning on wearing tonight. I don’t need you showing up looking like a slut like you did last night,” she says as a greeting.
“Well good morning to you, too.”
She walks right over to the closet that only holds a summer dress, the cocktail dress I will be wearing tonight, and the ugly-ass dress she has me wearing to her wedding.
“No, this will not work,” she states as she holds up my pale pink vintage dress. “It’s too close to white and you can’t be wearing white to my rehearsal dinner.”
“It’s pink.”
“It looks white!” she shrieks.
“I have something you can wear.” She walks out the door and comes back in with a dress. What the hell? Does she have a traveling suitcase of ugly clothes in the hall?
“I brought this just in case.” She hands it to me.
“Try this one.” Like a good MOFH I try the dress on. One more day I remind myself.
“Nicky, I can’t wear this,” I say looking down at the dress. The dark red material is hanging off my body. Nicky is a few inches taller and a few sizes bigger. “This isn’t going to work.” I look her right in the eyes.
“Well, make it work, cause you’re not wearing this,” she takes my dress, rolls it up in a ball and walks out the door with it. I stand there in shock as I see her hand it to Matt in the hallway telling him to “get rid of this” before my door shuts.
What the hell just happened? Why does she always act like this? I rub my hands over my face in frustration. It’s eight in the morning, I haven’t even had coffee yet and Nicky just stole my dress. This is going to be a great day!
After showering and getting ready for breakfast, I choose shorts and a simple loose tank over my bathing suit instead of the sundress I had planned on wearing today. I will have to wear that tonight. It isn’t dressy enough, but I think I can make it work.
When I open my door I see Daniel standing there about to knock.
“I found these last night,” he says holding my sparkly heels off of two fingers.
“My shoes!” I exclaim in joy as if they were a long lost friend. I walk back into my room with them smiling. At least I got my shoes back.
“And I found Matt disposing of this in the men’s room.” I turn to see him holding my pale pink vintage dress. Tears almost well up in my eyes.
“My dress!” I run right over to it and hug it.
“I had a feeling it was yours,” he sighs. His eyes look sad.
“Why was Matt throwing away your dress?”
“Nicky said I couldn’t wear it because it was too close to white,” I let out in a puff.
“Ah, the green-eyed monster reared her ugly head again,” he chuckles walking over to lie down in my bed again. Why does he do that?
“What?”
“She’s jealous.”
“No she isn’t, she’s just mean.”
“Are you kidding me? Look at all the signs; you looked better last night, so she had to ruin your night. Your dress is pink but she knows you will look better than her tonight so she takes it from you. Why can’t you see this?”
I ponder his question. Why would she be jealous of me? Thousands of scenarios begin to swirl in my head as I think back through our sixteen years of friendship. My hand flies over my mouth.