Friends and Lovers

“If you stare at her any harder, she’s gonna call the cops on you. Contrary to popular belief, most women don’t like being stared at by strange men.” My friend — and former almost-victim— Tori lowered the dessert menu, peering at me over the top with a raised eyebrow.  It hid most of her face, but I could tell that behind it, she was laughing at me.  I could see that shit in her eyes, and I wasn’t amused. “I’m not staring, so you can wipe that little smirk off your face.” “Smirk?” she said innocently, snapping the leather-bound menu closed. “Me...

I watched Des and Drew deliver their toasts, but didn’t bother with the garter toss. Tori apparently had the same idea about the throwing of the bouquet, because while two of Drew’s cousins were fighting over it, I found her tucked into a quiet balcony, looking at the last rays of the sun reflected over the water. “You know… this view is better from my villa,” I said as I approached, stopping to stand  beside her at the railing. She looked up at me with a smile, even though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “You’re not staying in one of those,”...

— Tori — Just breathe, Tori. Breathe, breathe, breathe. I took a deep breath as I stood back from the mirror to inspect the third reapplication of my makeup.  There was nothing I could do about the tear induced redness that rimmed my eyes, but at least the rest of my face was flawless. Briefly— very briefly— I considered sneaking out of the resort and catching a cab back the airport.  I could hop on a plane back to Dallas, or straight to wherever the hell Rafael was, and try to convince him that my drastic decision had just been a big...