If you need to get caught up, here are the links for Parts 1-4: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 and Part 5.
Aubrey calls on my way home. I answer hoping she wants to go grab a drink, and thankfully she does. She forces me to recount my date with Peter as we both drive towards our favorite bar.
“He took you to the St. Regis?” She’s squealing with delight. Miss Delilah taught her to enjoy the finer things in life. Especially when they’re paid for by handsome gentlemen.
“Yes, and don’t get so excited. It was perfectly awful.”
“Reed,” she said in a disapproving tone that sounded eerily like Miss Delilah, “Did you even give the poor boy a chance?”
Thankfully I could roll my eyes in the privacy of my own car without notice. “Yes, Aubrey, I gave him a chance Know what he did with it? Proceeded to tell me how well off he is and all the money he’d spend on me.”
“Oh yeah, that just sounds terrible,” she said in mock disgust. Giggling, she said, “What’s wrong with being treated like a princess now and then?”
“Because it’s one thing to treat a woman well and surprise her with little presents now and then like Nate does with you, but it’s another thing to lead with ‘Hey, guess how much money I have?’ on a first date.”
“That is a little tacky,” she concedes.
“Have you been to the St. Regis? I swear I felt like I was in a bad black and white movie. The servers wear old school flight attendant outfits!”
Aubrey’s easy giggle fills my otherwise silent car as I speed down Peachtree. “Really? It sounds kinda fun.”
“Trust me, there was nothing fun about it.” I signal to turn onto the side street that runs beside the little bar we’ve frequented since college. “Enough about my pathetic dating life. What does it feel like to be someone’s fiance?”
More giggles. I can picture her holding her hand out to admire the ring again. “It’s wonderful! Nate says I can have the wedding anywhere I want, that he’d marry me in burlap sacks in Cambodia if I wanted. He’s so silly. I think I’m leaning towards the Botanical Gardens. What do you think?”
“I think you’ll look beautiful anywhere you get married,” I say, meaning it. Aubrey has classic good looks. Her hair is always done, her makeup lightly applied and flawless. She has porcelain skin she keeps shielded from the sun with ridiculously big hats when we go to the beach. Nate is right; she’d be a knockout in burlap. Continue reading