Love Unscripted by Tiffany Odekirk

Author:Tiffany Odekirk
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Clean;Lds;Hollywood;Acting;Paparazzi;Love;college;los angeles;divorce;fame;truth;script;happiness;romance
Publisher: Covenant Communications, Inc.
Published: 2018-07-25T20:18:34+00:00

Chapter Twenty

Evie

Evie: Best. Date. Ever.

Emmy: 4

When I wake up the next morning, the first thing I think about is Bridger. Last night as I watched his SUV drive away through the peephole, I realized I’ve started to fall for him. He is handsome and talented, kind and empathetic, and our conversations . . . I could curl up and live in those moments.

He said I’m brave and strong. And I want to be, but there are things in my past that hold me back. I don’t want to be held back any longer.

It takes the entire morning to convince myself to reschedule my appointment with the bishop, but I finally send a text to the YSA executive secretary. His response comes right away, and lucky me, there’s an opening for tonight.

* * *

The church building is quiet as I wait for the bishop. My heart pounds, and I have only one thought: Run.

I could. Like I did last time. But no, I can do this. I want to be as brave as Bridger thinks I am.

The bishop’s door opens, and Amanda and her executive secretary fiancé walk out of the office. Her diamond engagement ring is nearly as bright as the smile on her face. She catches me staring. I look away, reminding myself this meeting isn’t about her or even Bridger; it’s about me and the Lord and making things right. Or at least as right as they can be.

“Sister Jennings,” Bishop Barnes says warmly. “Come in.” He welcomes me into his office and sits in an upholstered chair behind his desk. I sit across from him. On the wall behind him is a framed picture of Christ holding out His hand. The painting is beautiful, but it’s blurry. It’s as if the viewer is looking up at Him from under the water.

“I’m glad you could meet with me tonight, Sister Jennings. How are you liking being back in California?”

I twist my CTR ring on my finger. “It’s okay.”

“I bet UCAL is much different from BYU.”

“Yes, it is. But it’s not bad. I pretty much go to class and come home. And the classes are good, so . . .” I shrug.

“That’s great. How are you settling into the ward? I’ve seen you on Sundays but not at our other activities.”

My first inclination is to excuse myself for being absent because I was sick, but that’s not the real reason that’s kept me from coming. “I don’t fit in here.” Or anywhere, really.

“Do you want to go back to Utah? BYU?”

I shake my head and look down at my hands resting on my lap. “I don’t fit in there either. Everything I had there is gone.”

“Would you like to talk about that?”

Nodding is easy, but finding the words to confess is much harder. “While I was in Provo, I made some serious mistakes. I was dating a boy, and we went too far, so we got married, or eloped,” I say, wanting to be completely honest with the bishop.

Tears well in my eyes as I remember our wedding day.

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