The Italian Happy Ever After: Age gap Fake Marriage Office Rom Com Standalone (The Italians) by N.J. Adel

Author:N.J. Adel [Adel, N.J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Salacious Queen Publishing
Published: 2021-03-11T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER 25

Gabrielle

The morning alarms rang, and I kept on snoozing. I ignored all the calls, even Zoey’s. This Monday—and every day after that—I’d hide under the quilt, buried in shame, refusing to show my face to the world.

From now on, I’d live on takeout, get a cat, become a hoarder and be the creepy cat lady that never threw anything or went out anymore until she died alone and got eaten by the rats in her apartment because even the cat couldn’t stand her and ran away. That was the only life fit for a walking disaster like myself.

The phone vibrated and Zoey’s name blinked on the screen for the millionth time. I shook my head at it and cocked my head back under the quilt.

Bang! Bang! Bang! “Gabi, I know you’re in. Open up.” Zoey’s voice came muffled from behind the door.

Sobbing with no tears in defeat, I dragged myself out of bed and opened the door. She was my friend after all, and she deserved a proper goodbye.

“Ahhh!” she screamed in terror. “What happened to you?”

I must have looked like shit, but who cared? I was dead. I scratched the tangled mess that was my hair and yawned as I let her in. “Nothing. Just committed social suicide last night.”

“I knew I should have kept an eye on you all weekend. What happened now?”

I caught sight of my reflection in the hallway mirror and almost tripped. My mismatched oversized pajamas made me look homeless, my eyes puffy and wrinkly, mascara running down my face, and my hair… Frankenstein’s Bride would be a fashion icon compared to me.

Plopping down on the couch, I puckered my lips. “I told Fletcher I got engaged, and he’s throwing a party on my honor next week to celebrate, inviting everybody to meet my fiancé.”

“Did you smoke pot or something? Oh fuck. You went to the liquor store again. Gabi! After I sacrificed my liver for you the other day—”

“I was agonizingly sober the whole time. I know it’s impossible to believe me because I wouldn’t say that shit even if I was tripping on acid. But I did. Singlehandedly destroyed my life with one fucking word.”

Not breathing, she stared at me with blinking doll eyes for so long I started to worry. “Zoey, you still in there? Did I break you?” I asked.

She finally took a breath. “I’ll go make some coffee.”

“You do that. I’ll go back under the quilt.”

“No, boss. Stay with me. We’re gonna fix this.” She interrupted her trip to the kitchen to glance at the condition my face was in. “Maybe use the bathroom?”

“Like washing my face would do me any good. I need a hose. Or a gun.”

“Start with a shower, and we’ll take it from there.”

I let hot water and soap clean whatever they could, shrugged into a bathrobe and followed the coffee smell like an addict. Even dead me couldn’t resist it.

Waking up my brain cells with the magic liquid, I filled in my secretary about everything.

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