Grace watched heartbroken as her best friend excused herself from the table and retreat back towards the resort. Had she been to harsh again? Was the gin getting to her already? A sharp sigh escaped the woman as she slumped back into the uncomfortable expensive chair. Frustrated she looked around for something to take her mind of Willow leaving. It didn’t take long for her wandering eyes to land on the broad shoulders belonging to Andre Martin.
Almost an hour had passed and still Andre hadn’t even looked her way. Grace narrowed her eyes and gulped down the last of her drink before slamming down the tumbler on the smooth surface of the bar table. The dark haired woman stood up and walked with determined steps towards the table that was just behind where her former boyfriend stood ignoring her. Luckily for her she knew some of the people situated there so it wasn't as awkward when she laughed a little too loudly at the joke about the food that was being passed around.
Her eyes shifted frequently to Andre's back to see if he would notice her existence or if he was hardcore ignoring her. When she realized it seemed to be the latter Grace did some last minute soul searching and decided she was done making a fool of herself and politely made up an excuse to leave the table.
Just as she passed the pool a huge splash of water drenched her right side.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me?!"
Grace roared as she whipped around to see Brent flail in the water and a crowd of people starting to form at the edge of the pool. In the distance she saw Amanda's slight figure storm up towards the main building. Grace decided she would much rather follow her lead than deal with whatever the fuck those people were dealing with. So she slung her now wet hair over her shoulder and set of after Amanda.
She caught up with her former best friend as she stood waiting for the elevator.
"Guessing that this isn't the reunion for love huh?"
She said quietly and carefully and she stepped up next to Amanda.
Almost an hour had passed and still Andre hadn’t even looked her way. Grace narrowed her eyes and gulped down the last of her drink before slamming down the tumbler on the smooth surface of the bar table. The dark haired woman stood up and walked with determined steps towards the table that was just behind where her former boyfriend stood ignoring her. Luckily for her she knew some of the people situated there so it wasn't as awkward when she laughed a little too loudly at the joke about the food that was being passed around.
Her eyes shifted frequently to Andre's back to see if he would notice her existence or if he was hardcore ignoring her. When she realized it seemed to be the latter Grace did some last minute soul searching and decided she was done making a fool of herself and politely made up an excuse to leave the table.
Just as she passed the pool a huge splash of water drenched her right side.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me?!"
Grace roared as she whipped around to see Brent flail in the water and a crowd of people starting to form at the edge of the pool. In the distance she saw Amanda's slight figure storm up towards the main building. Grace decided she would much rather follow her lead than deal with whatever the fuck those people were dealing with. So she slung her now wet hair over her shoulder and set of after Amanda.
She caught up with her former best friend as she stood waiting for the elevator.
"Guessing that this isn't the reunion for love huh?"
She said quietly and carefully and she stepped up next to Amanda.