Totally Intoxicated: Maid to the Mafia, Book 3 by Wanitta Praks

Author:Wanitta Praks [Praks, Wanitta]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Wanitta Praks

Chapter 12

Confiding in a Friend

“What’s wrong?” was the first question Kimberly asked.

I watched her blankly. She couldn’t have sensed my uneasiness back there, could she?

“What do you mean? I don’t understand.” I laughed awkwardly, avoiding eye contact. If I didn’t look at her, maybe she’d change the subject.

Damn, I was stupid. Who was I trying to fool? Kimberly could detect my mood from a mile away.

“Oh, Jenny.” She lifted my chin so our eyes met. With kind words, she comforted me. “You don’t have to pretend you’re fine. I could tell you were not comfortable. Did I embarrass you somehow?” she asked, trying to find the root of the problem. Before I had the chance to speak, she spoke again. “The boys are a rowdy bunch. But they are all good guys. Was it the food, then? I don’t like French, either. Too many forks and spoons. If I had my pick, I’d eat Chinese any time.”

“I like Chinese, too,” I said.

“Especially with chopsticks.” We chorused in sync, and somehow, we ended up chuckling along, too, like we were the best of friends.

“You’re smiling now. Are you feeling better?”

I nodded. After that little laugh, I did feel a bit better.

“Thank you for cheering me up. And I’m sorry I spoiled the mood,” I apologized to her. “This was such an amazing evening, eating delicious food and getting to know all of Giovanni’s friends, but I kind of blew it.”

“No, you didn’t. Those guys are like a species of emotionless blocks. They can’t detect us when we have our PMS.” Kimberly really had a way with words. I laughed again, and when I finally managed to calm down, she took my hands in hers, and spoke. “I know we’ve only known each other for a bit over two hours, but I really think we could be friends. So, you can talk to me about anything.”

Gosh! I was frustrated with myself. I prided myself as the quick-witted, smart-mouthed girl, but for this one time, I was at a loss for words. I couldn’t structure my thoughts in a cohesive manner. So I said the one thing I could think of. “Could you help me?”

Kimberly looked at me quizzically. “You want me to help you? In what way?”

“I... It’s just... I feel inadequate, somehow. I mean, look at you.”

She blinked in rapid succession. “What about me?”

“Come on. You should know it yourself. You are beautiful, smart, confident.” I pointed out her positive points.

“And you are not?” she asked back, her eyebrows frowning in confusion.

What was there to be confused about? Couldn’t she see the difference between us? We were so similar, but yet so different in many ways.

She was refined; I was all rough around the edges. We both had brown hair. No wait. Mine was brown; hers had a chocolate hue, with hints of red-gold, accentuated even further under the rays of light. The color of our eyes reflected each other, but hers were of emerald green, the crystal everyone prized and valued.

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