“The best seats in the whole stadium”, Toby exclaims gleefully as the group of four make their way to their seats on the 10th row on the 50-yard line.
“You didn’t have to do this, Dash”, Lynn is saying but, she is so impressed by the view up here, she doesn’t mean it. Dash has a humble smile on his face as they take their seats.
“It was no problem at all. I’m a huge fan of the Knicks”, he lies through his teeth, and Lenny bursts out in laughter out of disbelief.
Just as Lynn had suggested, Lenny had invited Dash out to come to see the Knicks game with them, she thought it’d be a good idea because if they were to wed soon; pretend or not, he had to at least have met her sister. Lenny had no idea he was going to put on this ‘I-love-the-knicks’ act and get them such great and expensive seats. Dash and Lenny met up earlier and then came to the stadium together to meet up with Toby and Lynn.
From the look in Lynn’s eyes, her first impression of him caught her off-guard. She hadn’t expected him to be so…..strikingly handsome. Of course, she had observed that Lenny always had a good taste in men but, it wasn’t only that Dash was good looking, it was that he looked reliable and capable. Not the usual free-spirited, deadbeat artists that Lenny seemed to have a thing for. In comparison to Lynn’s sweet, curly-haired, and slightly socially awkward Toby, Dash gave off a big brother vibe and the two actually had a natural rapport that Lenny didn’t see coming at all.
After an intense 15 minutes of play between the Knicks and the Bucks, there’s a brief break before the next quarter begins and Dash decides now is the best time to make his move;
“Ever been to a proper football game, Toby?”,
“Proper?”,
“Yes or let me say ‘soccer’ game. You know that’s the original and by far more entertaining football”, Toby picks up on his banter and laughs heartedly, stretching a little over Lynn to reply to him;
“Ah - Lenny didn’t tell us you were European.”, because Lenny didn’t know, Dash thinks to himself;
“Oh really?”, he steals a glance at Lenny by his left and then back to Toby;
“Italian”,
“You look Italian”, Lynn chips in acknowledgment. Lenny can tell that she likes him already. Pretty privilege? Or class privilege? Or perhaps both.
“I’d hope so”,
“I’m actually taking a trip home for the weekend, one of my uncles is getting married.”, he adds
“Oh, that sounds lovely. I’ve never been to Italy. Been to Paris once on a student exchange thing.”, Toby mutters mostly to himself.
“Baby, have you been to Italy?”, the question is coming from Dash to Lenny but, she’s caught off-guard by the ‘baby’ identifier and doesn’t even realize he’s talking to her.
“Baby?”,
“Yeah. I mean no, no I have not been to Italy”, she tries to sound sweet and like an actual girlfriend but clearly Dash is the better actor of the two.
“Really? Why don’t you come with me then? It’ll only be a weekend and you get to meet Uncle Leonard, he’s heard so much about you”, Lenny is speechless because she can’t tell if this is a real invitation or just part of the plot to convince her sister that they were so so in love.
“Uhm...Hannah. You know I’d love to but, I have to be with Hannah”,
“What? Ohmygod, you should go Len. I can watch Hannah. She’s at my place half the time anyway”, Lynn offers excitedly and proud of herself because she thinks she’s helping. Lenny is baffled at how gullible her sister is being at the hands of this man.
“But your wedding is in 2 weeks, I can’t just leave. I’m the maid of honor”, Lenny says. Lynn gives her a knowing glance and she fesses up;
“Okay fine. Unofficial maid of honor. I don’t know what kind of person picks someone else over her own sister to be her maid of honor”,
“You said you didn’t want it!”, Lynn exclaims; clearly an argument they’ve had more than once;
“Yes but only because I was mad at you at that moment. You know what? I still don’t want it. Zoe is going to fucking kill me if I take that away from her. It’s like it’s her life’s long dream or something”, Lenny backs down at the thought of Zoe, Lynn’s extremely anal and detailed long-time friend.
“Great so you can go to Italy if you want”, Lenny had forgotten that that was the original topic. She seats back in her seat and evaluates her options. If she and Dash were truly in a relationship then it would make sense that she should be ecstatic to get to travel with him. If she declines in front of Lynn, it’s going to probably come off as suspicious. Like she doesn’t trust Dash or love him enough. And the whole point of today was to convince Lynn that she loves him enough to marry him;
“I’m totally going. Super excited”, Dash almost face-palms himself at how unconvincing her excitement is but, Lynn and Toby seem to buy it.
“I want to go get some more snacks, need anything?”, she asks Toby and Lynn who shake their heads no;
“Okay. Baby, can you walk with me?”, her throat tightens at the word baby. Her only baby is Hannah. Using that term of endearment for anyone other than Hannah feels so wrong.
“Of course”, he says with a matching smile and they shuffle out of the row and walk hand-in-hand to one of the tailgates selling food.
Once they’re out of sight, Lenny stops abruptly and pulls her hand away from his, the venom in her voice as she speaks is unmissable;
“I know what you’re doing”, her green eyes are lit and the sun illuminates her blonde hair so she appears as if she’s glowing to him.
“No clue what you’re talking about”,
“Don’t do that. I’m not an idiot. The flowers, the best seats in the stadium, and then you spring up this Italy talk. It was all a set up wasn’t it?”, he doesn’t reply;
“Well, I’m not going”, she turns abruptly to walk away but, he reaches out and pulls her back by her arm;
“Wait”,
She’s turned flush against him and his train of thought skips for a second and he forgets what he was about to say. He recovers quickly and lets go of her arm. The entire exchange would have been awkward if she hadn’t skipped for a second too and if she hadn’t been so focused on his hands around her arm and how incredibly close her body was to his. Less than a foot. Too close.
“I did set this whole thing up. After the dinner with my family, I thought you were having cold feet”,
“Dash, it’s 5 million dollars. I could never have cold feet”, she says to lighten up the mood and he laughs and relaxes but, underneath that there’s a faint hit of reality that she wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for the money. They shift a little further away from each other.
“If we’re going to be partners in this crime, there needs to be transparency. We’re playing everybody else. Not each other”, she says sincerely and her green eyes look less devious and tamer. Like someone trustworthy.
“Okay. Hundred percent transparency. I can do that”, he extends his hand out for a handshake, and she takes it. There it is again. What was this? Butterflies?;
“So….no to Italy?”,
“Well, I mean Lynn already said she could help me babysit Hannah”, she remembers the ‘baby’ thing;
“By the way, who the hell still says baby? It’s so cringe”,
“What would you prefer? Honey? Dear? Pudding?”, he’s clearly teasing and she punches him playfully as she replies;
“Just call me by my name, damnit”,
“I can do that. Melanie”, he says it syllable after syllable, like trying out a new word. His eyes don’t leave hers as her name rolls off his tongue. Her smile dwindles from aloof and playful to sweet and a bit embarrassed. Mostly embarrassed by her reaction to him simply just calling her name.
She snaps out of it and thinks of something witty and unbothered to say;
“I’m still going to Italy though. Can’t say no to a free trip, I’m not that selfless”, he laughs good-heartedly and she feels her mission has been accomplished. Lenny and laughter were beginning to become synonymous for him, he realizes.
They proceed to buy some pretzels, hotdogs, and beer and then make their way back to their seats as a happy couple once more.
“What did we miss?” Dash asks and Toby gladly fills them in on what’s been happening in the last 5 minutes since the 2nd quarter began. Both Lynn and Lenny have this fulfilled smile planted on their faces. But for two completely different reasons.
She doesn’t know this man, not really - yet here she is flying to another continent with him.After the game, Lynn had hammered her with questions about her and Dash’s relationship - ‘how old was he?’ ‘how did they meet?’ ‘how long have they been seeing each other?’ ‘what does he do for a living?’ Lenny knew the answer to the age question by chance because it was in the contract - 28. She told Lynn the fake story of how they met and how long they’d been together. She surprised herself with how vivid of a picture she was able to paint regarding how they managed to keep the relationship private for all these months. She told Lynn that he was the COO of his family’s business but, failed to mention that technically he was her boss or soon-to-be if he indeed got the CEO role that this whole act was for in the first place.Lenny has lost track of the time; all she knows is that they were in the air by 9:15 in the morning and it’s been many hours since then. Thankfully, the discomfort she ha
“Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them” – George Eliot Lenny woke up in frantic sweats and muffled screams. But, she was certain that by noon, she would have willed herself to forget the nightmare ever happened in the first place. It had been months since her last nightmare, maybe even a year. But, it made sense that on this day of all the days she had seen her father’s lifeless body in her dream again. Today, she was going to a funeral. Earlier in the week, she tried everything she could to get out of this funeral situation. She tried lying - that she was having a family emergency and would have to be out of the city. She tried saying the truth - that funerals were triggering for her and she’d rather not be involved in the planning committee of one. None of that worked. Even though she was a nameless, faceless entry-level staff in the events department of the company, for some mysterious reason the COO had insisted that her name be included as one of the event
The rain doesn’t affect the proceedings of the day since the funeral is taking place at the lighthouse cathedral; one of the largest churches in the city. The weather is in sync with the mood of the mourners. Black limos overshadow the street outside and the church is filled up now with over a hundred people. “Sienna Behrt-Lehman was a friend to all”, “Sienna Behrt-Lehman was a supportive wife, a doting mother, and a builder of her community. She had influence everywhere she went”. The loud sound of thunder intercepts the voice of the catholic priest as he delivers the eulogy. In the front row of the congregation is Arthur Behrt-Lehman; husband to the deceased, Darius; the first son, Dustin; the youngest son and Dash; the middle child. Maybe it’s the evident sound of rain from outside or the overwhelming number of nameless, faceless people in this place but, in an instant, Lenny is taken away from the moment and transported back to 12 years ago. It had been a rainy day just like t
Monday mornings have always been a chore but somewhat bearable before when Lynn used to assist Lenny with picking Hannah up from daycare. She used to take Hannah to their mum’s till later at night when Lenny could come and take her home. Things are different now though with Lynn being too busy with her wedding preparations and Lenny and her mother not being on good terms at the moment. Now Lenny has to drop Hannah at school by 8, head to work, and leave the office by 5:30 in time to pick Hannah up from her school which closes by 6:30. It’s stressful as hell, but it’s worth it. It doesn’t help that paying for this school takes the largest bite out of her measly salary and it’s not even close to home. Right now Lenny is in the queue at the entrance to the school with Hannah in the back seat sipping on a juice box. Drop-off always takes so long and everyone else seems okay with it except Lenny who never fails to press her car horn at every chance she gets. “Ma’am please be patient”, one
Dash: So….how did we meet? Lenny:....at work? Someone introduced us but, then you got called and that was it Dash: lol. no. I mean what do we tell my family about how we met? I’m flattered you remember how we really met before the funeral though. Dash: I remember too Lenny: haha. Oh. okay, we can say we met at a work party? Dash: Nah. I don’t want to tie it to work. Lenny: dating app then? Dash: lmao. No way. No one would believe that Lenny: haha. Ok ok. We can say we met at a mutual friend’s birthday party, something like that. Dash: yh perfect and then we started talking before we realized we work in the same company. Good Lenny: How long have we been seeing each other? Dash: good one. A year? Lenny: too much. How did you manage to hide me for a whole ass year? Dash: lol. Fair point. 5 months? Or 6. It was love at first sight so it’s not weird that we’re getting married so soon Lenny: are we engaged yet? Dash: not yet. After tonight. Maybe in a week Lenny: alright
It took Lenny a solid 45 minutes to decide which one of the dresses to wear. The jade dress made the green in her eyes pop and it had a certain novelty to it that made Lenny feel like royalty. But the drooping back and seductive slit of the pink dress made her feel like a vixen. A rich one. All dressed and made up in simple, glowing makeup and with her hair sleek in a low bun, Lenny is now at the lavish gates which serve as the entrance to where the dinner party is already in procession - the Le fascino. Once at the gate, security personnel descends from the security gate and approaches the open driver’s window of her car. “Hello Ma’am. How may I help you?”, he asks with a southern drawl. For a second, Lenny isn’t sure if she’s got the right place because there was no signage or anything to indicate that this was ‘the Le Fascino’. It looked like private property - like a billionaire’s home. “I’m here for the charity dinner party? Hosted by the Behrt-Lehman’s”, she says and then it
For the rest of the night, Lenny doesn’t ask Dash any questions. They eat the rest of their meal in relative silence, only occasionally talking about things that don’t matter like how good the food tastes in comparison to the fancy food at the dinner and how they looked odd being all dressed up in a fast food restaurant. After eating, he drives her home and they share an awkward goodbye before she gets out of the car and heads inside. Once she steps into her home, she releases a deep breath of both mental and physical exhaustion. She scans her tiny apartment currently devoid of her baby girl and even though she loves the peace, she doesn’t enjoy the feeling of being away from Hannah. It dawns on her that their whole lives would be different in a matter of a year. They would be able to afford a nicer apartment in a nicer neighborhood, she wouldn’t have to borrow money from Lynn anymore, and she wouldn’t have to deprive herself of so much just to put Hannah in a good school anymore. The
Finally, he’s home. The day had spiraled out of his control at some intervals but, ultimately it went well. Dash pulls into the parking lot of the gates of the private estate he had relocated to only a few months ago; around the time his mother had started to fall ill. His building; one of the modern semi-detached mansions in the estate, looks like all the others; somewhat bland of any personality. It reminds him of the home he grew up in. The one where their father was now alone; without a wife. He parks his car in the garage that contains several others; a bad habit he had; spending so much money on cars. There was the 1997 McLaren F1, the Audi A8, and his favorite - a 1955 Ford Customline that he has never driven once but, this habit was better than the previous habit he used to have; spending so much time drowning in a bottle. Dash likes the interior of the house even though he’s sure it’ll be a sore disappointment to anyone with an eye for interior design. It’s minimalistic to th
She doesn’t know this man, not really - yet here she is flying to another continent with him.After the game, Lynn had hammered her with questions about her and Dash’s relationship - ‘how old was he?’ ‘how did they meet?’ ‘how long have they been seeing each other?’ ‘what does he do for a living?’ Lenny knew the answer to the age question by chance because it was in the contract - 28. She told Lynn the fake story of how they met and how long they’d been together. She surprised herself with how vivid of a picture she was able to paint regarding how they managed to keep the relationship private for all these months. She told Lynn that he was the COO of his family’s business but, failed to mention that technically he was her boss or soon-to-be if he indeed got the CEO role that this whole act was for in the first place.Lenny has lost track of the time; all she knows is that they were in the air by 9:15 in the morning and it’s been many hours since then. Thankfully, the discomfort she ha
“The best seats in the whole stadium”, Toby exclaims gleefully as the group of four make their way to their seats on the 10th row on the 50-yard line. “You didn’t have to do this, Dash”, Lynn is saying but, she is so impressed by the view up here, she doesn’t mean it. Dash has a humble smile on his face as they take their seats. “It was no problem at all. I’m a huge fan of the Knicks”, he lies through his teeth, and Lenny bursts out in laughter out of disbelief. Just as Lynn had suggested, Lenny had invited Dash out to come to see the Knicks game with them, she thought it’d be a good idea because if they were to wed soon; pretend or not, he had to at least have met her sister. Lenny had no idea he was going to put on this ‘I-love-the-knicks’ act and get them such great and expensive seats. Dash and Lenny met up earlier and then came to the stadium together to meet up with Toby and Lynn. From the look in Lynn’s eyes, her first impression of him caught her off-guard. She hadn’t ex
Finally, he’s home. The day had spiraled out of his control at some intervals but, ultimately it went well. Dash pulls into the parking lot of the gates of the private estate he had relocated to only a few months ago; around the time his mother had started to fall ill. His building; one of the modern semi-detached mansions in the estate, looks like all the others; somewhat bland of any personality. It reminds him of the home he grew up in. The one where their father was now alone; without a wife. He parks his car in the garage that contains several others; a bad habit he had; spending so much money on cars. There was the 1997 McLaren F1, the Audi A8, and his favorite - a 1955 Ford Customline that he has never driven once but, this habit was better than the previous habit he used to have; spending so much time drowning in a bottle. Dash likes the interior of the house even though he’s sure it’ll be a sore disappointment to anyone with an eye for interior design. It’s minimalistic to th
For the rest of the night, Lenny doesn’t ask Dash any questions. They eat the rest of their meal in relative silence, only occasionally talking about things that don’t matter like how good the food tastes in comparison to the fancy food at the dinner and how they looked odd being all dressed up in a fast food restaurant. After eating, he drives her home and they share an awkward goodbye before she gets out of the car and heads inside. Once she steps into her home, she releases a deep breath of both mental and physical exhaustion. She scans her tiny apartment currently devoid of her baby girl and even though she loves the peace, she doesn’t enjoy the feeling of being away from Hannah. It dawns on her that their whole lives would be different in a matter of a year. They would be able to afford a nicer apartment in a nicer neighborhood, she wouldn’t have to borrow money from Lynn anymore, and she wouldn’t have to deprive herself of so much just to put Hannah in a good school anymore. The
It took Lenny a solid 45 minutes to decide which one of the dresses to wear. The jade dress made the green in her eyes pop and it had a certain novelty to it that made Lenny feel like royalty. But the drooping back and seductive slit of the pink dress made her feel like a vixen. A rich one. All dressed and made up in simple, glowing makeup and with her hair sleek in a low bun, Lenny is now at the lavish gates which serve as the entrance to where the dinner party is already in procession - the Le fascino. Once at the gate, security personnel descends from the security gate and approaches the open driver’s window of her car. “Hello Ma’am. How may I help you?”, he asks with a southern drawl. For a second, Lenny isn’t sure if she’s got the right place because there was no signage or anything to indicate that this was ‘the Le Fascino’. It looked like private property - like a billionaire’s home. “I’m here for the charity dinner party? Hosted by the Behrt-Lehman’s”, she says and then it
Dash: So….how did we meet? Lenny:....at work? Someone introduced us but, then you got called and that was it Dash: lol. no. I mean what do we tell my family about how we met? I’m flattered you remember how we really met before the funeral though. Dash: I remember too Lenny: haha. Oh. okay, we can say we met at a work party? Dash: Nah. I don’t want to tie it to work. Lenny: dating app then? Dash: lmao. No way. No one would believe that Lenny: haha. Ok ok. We can say we met at a mutual friend’s birthday party, something like that. Dash: yh perfect and then we started talking before we realized we work in the same company. Good Lenny: How long have we been seeing each other? Dash: good one. A year? Lenny: too much. How did you manage to hide me for a whole ass year? Dash: lol. Fair point. 5 months? Or 6. It was love at first sight so it’s not weird that we’re getting married so soon Lenny: are we engaged yet? Dash: not yet. After tonight. Maybe in a week Lenny: alright
Monday mornings have always been a chore but somewhat bearable before when Lynn used to assist Lenny with picking Hannah up from daycare. She used to take Hannah to their mum’s till later at night when Lenny could come and take her home. Things are different now though with Lynn being too busy with her wedding preparations and Lenny and her mother not being on good terms at the moment. Now Lenny has to drop Hannah at school by 8, head to work, and leave the office by 5:30 in time to pick Hannah up from her school which closes by 6:30. It’s stressful as hell, but it’s worth it. It doesn’t help that paying for this school takes the largest bite out of her measly salary and it’s not even close to home. Right now Lenny is in the queue at the entrance to the school with Hannah in the back seat sipping on a juice box. Drop-off always takes so long and everyone else seems okay with it except Lenny who never fails to press her car horn at every chance she gets. “Ma’am please be patient”, one
The rain doesn’t affect the proceedings of the day since the funeral is taking place at the lighthouse cathedral; one of the largest churches in the city. The weather is in sync with the mood of the mourners. Black limos overshadow the street outside and the church is filled up now with over a hundred people. “Sienna Behrt-Lehman was a friend to all”, “Sienna Behrt-Lehman was a supportive wife, a doting mother, and a builder of her community. She had influence everywhere she went”. The loud sound of thunder intercepts the voice of the catholic priest as he delivers the eulogy. In the front row of the congregation is Arthur Behrt-Lehman; husband to the deceased, Darius; the first son, Dustin; the youngest son and Dash; the middle child. Maybe it’s the evident sound of rain from outside or the overwhelming number of nameless, faceless people in this place but, in an instant, Lenny is taken away from the moment and transported back to 12 years ago. It had been a rainy day just like t
“Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them” – George Eliot Lenny woke up in frantic sweats and muffled screams. But, she was certain that by noon, she would have willed herself to forget the nightmare ever happened in the first place. It had been months since her last nightmare, maybe even a year. But, it made sense that on this day of all the days she had seen her father’s lifeless body in her dream again. Today, she was going to a funeral. Earlier in the week, she tried everything she could to get out of this funeral situation. She tried lying - that she was having a family emergency and would have to be out of the city. She tried saying the truth - that funerals were triggering for her and she’d rather not be involved in the planning committee of one. None of that worked. Even though she was a nameless, faceless entry-level staff in the events department of the company, for some mysterious reason the COO had insisted that her name be included as one of the event