The Next Day"Have you got everything you need?" I inquire of Max as he finishes packing his belongings."Everything except my jacket and passport, but those can wait. This, on the other hand, can't." He takes my hand and draws me closer for a heartfelt 'see you later' kiss. He then teases, "Although," as our lips part, "I'm still a bit salty that you think it's okay to just take my favorite hoodie." Playfully, he flicks the strings of the hoodie in my face. "Did you think I brought it here just for you to keep?" I let out a soft chuckle as his smirk transforms into an endearing smile."Please, you act as if you weren't planning to 'accidentally' leave it behind. I've learned all your tricks by now, Blackwell.""Yeah?" He raises an eyebrow, his hands lifting the hoodie to cup my bare backside. "First, my heart. Then, my clothes. What's next, my last name?" His words widen my eyes, and I playfully smack his shoulder in response, making him laugh at my flustered reaction."You goofball,
Three Years Later-Summer of 2024"Do you still wear that?" Alex inquires, nodding toward the ring on my finger. It's amusing how I've retained this one while flinging the other one back at him without a second thought.I glance up at my brother and give him a single nod."Now, if only I knew why," I respond with a faint smile, followed by a sigh. "Just how pitiful does that make me?""Want the truth?""And only the truth," I reply, continuing to slice the ingredients for our evening salad. I barely manage to halve the next tomato before Alex's hand covers mine.I look up into the eyes of my role model, the one man in my life I've always known I could rely on, even when others let me down."The truth is," he says, squeezing my hand for reassurance – a gesture he's made many times before, and it's likely not the last since I heard the latest news, "you're the only person I know who's bold enough to still wear a ring their ex gave them nearly seven years ago." Alex tilts my head up when
"Wow, you're quite something, aren't you?" I reply, rolling my eyes as he grins broadly. I neatly fold the map and tuck it into my purse. "You mentioned a maximum of one week, right?" He nods. "But what if I finish early? Can I leave sooner?""Absolutely, Isabella." We come to a stop right in front of our adjacent suites. He sighs, turning to face me. "I can't guarantee this will work, but as your publicist and friend, my duty is to make your job as easy as possible. This was the best idea I could come up with. If it helps you complete that project sooner, then let's do it. The sooner you send it to the editor, the better."Internally sighing, I insert my key card into the slot on the door and nod in agreement."Okay then," I tell him, finally opening the door. "But Beth?""Yes, Isabella?" He responds, his triumphant smile impossible to hide."If you come up with any more crazy ideas while we're here," I caution, "I swear on my life.""Yes, yes, yes!" He cheers, dismissing my warning
Getting duped by your clueless publicist into spending a week at the five-star resort where your ex of three years was about to tie the knot sounds utterly absurd.What's even more bewildering is being rescued by that very ex from getting thrown out of the same resort for pretending to be a barista. All this while your posterior is prominently displayed on a live Hollywood stream via a security guard's strong shoulder.But the ultimate humiliation comes when you discover that the suite of the power couple, who were supposed to discuss the wedding on a show you agreed to surprise them on, is just a stone's throw away from your own. This all happened in less than forty-eight hours, believe it or not.Interested in hearing the whole story? I'm sure all you Lace enthusiasts—or should I say 'sinkers'—out there are dying to know. Well, fear not. I'll spare you the cringe-worthy details of incident number two, though I must admit my posterior did look rather fabulous on camera. Instead, I'll
-The Following Evening - The Interview of the Century-My Closest Friend: No excuses, Isabella. Once that interview is done, you're meeting with the ones here and hopping on FaceTime with the rest of us who couldn't make it! You can't dodge us forever, Isabella Vega!Sky: What Avery said. It's been almost 48 hours since your infamous live stream with the security guard, but it's still hard to believe you're here!Twin #1: Absolutely! Our girl's here to win her man back! What makes it even funnier is that we were discussing this possibility just last night.Twin #2: Hold on a sec... who's where now?Théthé: ^Someone, please fill in our friends back home. I'd do it myself, but this seafood buffet is too tempting.SuSpence: I don't know why you're all so surprised. This is Isabella and Max we're talking about. We may never know what happened between them, but they were made for each other. We saw this coming, guys, let's admit it.I continue to stare at my phone, inwardly groaning each t
"Isabella," Ksenija greeted me warmly with a hug, "and thank you for joining us on such short notice!""Well," I replied honestly as I pulled away from her embrace, "between my recent barista scandal and my publicist's constant nagging, I really didn't have a choice." Fortunately, Ksenija and the audience took my words as a light-hearted joke, sparing me from having to explain my surprise appearance any further."Regardless, we're delighted to have you," she responded as we both took our seats. Unfortunately, I ended up sitting next to the uncomfortable couple on my left. To make things even more awkward, Ksenija dove right into the juicy stuff."For those who may not know, Isabella and Max dated for quite some time before abruptly ending things three years ago," Ksenija revealed, eliciting audible gasps from the audience, as if this hadn't been headline news once upon a time. "So, Isabella, how did it feel seeing Max yesterday after all this time?""Honestly?" I asked, briefly meetin
"Hey," he was the first to break the silence, casually sliding his hands into his dress pants' front pockets."Hello," I thought, sarcastically noting the lack of originality in his greeting."So," he exhaled, his words coming out in a rush. "You're probably wondering why I'm still here, but..." He trailed off when he noticed the Yin and Yang ring on my finger. Surprisingly, he hadn't noticed it during the interview or yesterday, but it seemed to catch his attention now. Our eyes met again almost instantly. "You, uh," he added a classic behind-the-head scratch, a move favored by guys, "you still wear it?""Not really," I found myself lying, as I often did. "It just complements my dress really well.""Right," he chuckled, looking somewhat flustered. I had to admit it was clever of him not to press further. Maybe he'd learned something since the cake incident."So, you were saying?" I inquired, crossing my arms over my chest, genuinely curious why he had waited for me. He hadn't been so
Sometimes, we're fortunate enough to find kindred spirits who resonate with our souls. There are friends, there is family, and then there are friends who become like family. I consider myself lucky to have encountered six such souls: Avery, Caleb, William, Henry, Noah, and Samuel. Nothing in this world could compel me to part ways with them, and nothing in this world could ever replace their presence.My recent reunion with them after that disastrous interview only reinforced this truth...."For what it's worth," Noah remarks as he seizes the chance to rest his head on my lap, while the rest of the gang snuggles up beside me in bed, "this is your second time this week looking stunning on camera." A chuckle escapes my lips, echoing the laughter of everyone in the room. Even though two of our members are currently on the other side of the world in a different time zone, I know they'd be chuckling too if they were here."Thanks, Curly.""Don't mention it," he replies, making himself eve