Isabella ordered a
ham sandwich and a soft drink, and Daphne was happy with half a chef’s salad.
Serena smiled at her burger with French fries.
While Serena
munched on a fry with ketchup, Daphne pushed her salad away and leaned forward.
“You’re been so deep in thought the last few days. Is it boyfriend trouble?”
Isabella put down
her sandwich. “How did you know?”
Serena giggled. “A
person must be blind not to notice. You’re so quiet, and sometimes you just
stand there, thinking. It has to be a boyfriend.”
“And from the
looks of it, it must be trouble, not something pleasant,” Daphne added, a smile
on her beautiful face.
Serena’s voice
toned down almost to a whisper. “You can tell us. What are girlfriends for if
you can’t tell them?”
Yes, indeed.
Isabella had kept to herself after Fernando had left her because she was embarrassed
to confess he’d proposed to her almost as a joke, and then forsaken her and
Tony. At that time, too, her best friend, Rose, had just been married and didn’t
seem to have much time for her anymore. So Isabella decided to not confide in
anyone and carry the burden of her abandonment on her own shoulders. After all,
she was strong and had lived through worse.
But now, as she
looked into Daphne’s concerned face and Serena’s guileless eyes, she decided
the time had come to talk. It would clarify things in her own mind, too.
“You’re both
right,” she said. “It’s ex-boyfriend trouble, and I don’t quite know what to
make of it all.”
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