WELL, THAT WAS sudden.
In the way that something thatย shouldโve already happenedย can also be sudden.
I mean, sureโIโd already decided that we were fated to wind up together. But even for fate, this was pretty fast.
โCanย you date patients?โ I asked, in lieu of shoutingย Yes! Letโs get married!
โI mean, I canโt dateย Peanut,โ he said. โBut youโre not a patient.โ Ah. โGood point.โ
โWhat do you think?โ he asked.
What did I think? Hello! I was ready to plan the honeymoon. That said โฆ I hesitated.
It was one thing to charge boldly forth toward my happily ever after with my dashing veterinarianย in theory.ย It was a whole other thing to make an attempt like that in reality.
In my current reality, especially.
I mean, come on. I was a mess. I had surgical scars in my hair. I was bursting into tears at random intervals for no reason. The whole world was a faceless blur. And every single thing that mattered in my life was disintegrating around me. Would this storybook perfect man want to dateโ or be anywhere nearโa total disaster like that?
Definitely not.
I mean,ย Iย didnโt even want to hang out with me these days.
So how on earth could I expect this dreamy, perfect, animal-rescuing man to be any different? Was I, in this moment, inย any wayย someone who would be attractive or appealing orย fun to date?
No. No, this would never work.
Could I have just been honest with him? Could I have just told him what was going on? He was a scientist, after all. He might have found it medically fascinating. Iโm sure he saw weird, crazy stuff all the time in his line of work.
But โฆ he didnโtย dateย that weird, crazy stuff. Dr. Addison shifted his weight.
My answer was taking too long.
So I gave the best reply I could think of: โI wouldย loveย to go on a date with you,โ I told him. And then I added, โIn three weeks.โ
I felt his frown. โIn three weeks?โ
I nodded like this was a totally reasonable request. โI am a portrait artist,โ I told him, cherry-picking selective facts about my life to not blow my cover. โAnd Iโm a top-ten finalist in a hugely prestigious juried portrait show three weeks from nowโand so Iโm really directing all my time and energy into completing my submission.โ
How did that sound?
Dr. Addison gave me my answer. โYouโre a finalist in a big competition?โ
I nodded, like,ย Yep. โTop ten out of two thousand entries.โ
โThat means you beat out one thousand nine hundred and ninety other people.โ
Told ya he was perfect. โThatโs exactly what my best friend said.โ โNice,โ he said, and I could feel him admiring me.
โBut now I have to win,โ I said. โSo I just canโt have any distractions right now.โ
Dr. Addison nodded like that made perfect, logical sense. I thought I was in the clear.
But then he said, โOf course if we just happened to run into each other at the same time in a coffee shop, that wouldnโt be a date. That would just be both of us self-caffeinating in close proximity.โ
Ah. He wasnโt going to make this easy.
When I hesitated, he added, โOnly if you want to, of course.โ Was it a test? To gauge if I wanted to?
I wasnโt waiting to find out. โI want to,โ I said. I could feel a smile take over his face.
So I added, โYou have to caffeinate, right?โ
And there it was. If I had to go on a coffee date with the worldโs dreamiest veterinarian, then I guess I just had to.
ONCE IโD GIVEN in, I planned our wedding the whole way home.
We had an appointment for simultaneous coffee now. And, somehow, not calling it a date made it feel even more like a date. Did that mean we were dating?
Pretty damn close! Right?
And, of course, once you started dating someone, you inevitably got married.
So we were essentially engaged.
Where to have the wedding? Maybe on the coastal rocks of Maine, near a lighthouse? Or on the gentle sand of a Hawaiian beach? Orโhell, as long as I was fantasizingโin some quaint, timeless English village? Iโd have to google timeless English villages. Maybe the Cotswolds?
This was perfect, right? This was perfect.
Iโd get this face thing solved, get Peanut healthy, win this competition, disprove everybody who ever thought I was worthlessโand then go on a dateย with Dr. Oliver Frigging Addison. And start living the victorious life Iโd always wanted.
That worked.
I was feeling so foolishly optimistic for a minute there as I basked in that fantasy that I decided to stop by Bean Street Coffee to grab a decaf latte on my way to the elevators. Life was good today. Good enough for a celebratory latte.
Hazel One was working there tonight. This was how hip Bean Street Coffee was: it had two different baristas named Hazel.
I ordered my latte and then waited by the pickup counter, as fully afloat as if these wedding fantasies were an emotional inner tube.
But thatโs when I heard, โSadie Montgomery?โ
Thisโbeing recognizedโhad happened a few times since Iโd been tricked by my evil stepsister, and Iโd say, all in all, I managed okay. The big
goal was always to suss out who was talking to me, but I was also happy to settle for just having a pleasant interaction and not getting caught.
โHey there!โ I answered, more confident with my strategy now.ย There are no strangers.ย โHow are you?โ
โGreat! How are you?โ
Clues: Blond hair in a ponytail. Tall-ish. Blue jeans. Jangly bracelet. Also: This person knew my first and last name. Her tone of voice sounded as if she was glad to see me. She was in the coffee shop of my building at this hour of night, and she was holdingโget thisโa hairless Sphynx cat with a rhinestone collar. I mean, could she do that? Were cats even allowed in coffee shops? Was she a neighbor? Did I know her from the elevator? The last-name thing was a confounding variable, because, again, I really didnโt know anybody in this building well enough to have handed out my last name.
Damn it. Who could it be?
โLove your sundress,โ she said then. โIt reminds me of one you had in high school.โ
We knew each other fromย high school? I didnโt keep in touch with anyone from high school.
โWasnโt it yellow?โ she said then, thinking back. โYou wore it to the ninth-grade picnic?โ
Okay, now this was getting creepy.
โAnd then Iโm pretty sure you stole it from me after you got kicked out and sent to boarding school.โ
Fuck.
It was Parker.
How, how,ย howย had I not recognized her voiceโagain? Dr. Nicole had said not everybody was great with voices, that it might take some time to tune into them better โฆ butย Parker? I should know that voice anywhere.
It was the voice of doom.
And, yes. Iย hadย stolen that yellow sundress from her.
But sheโd stolen my entire family from me, so we were hardly even. โAre you kidding me right now?โ I said.
โWhat?โ Parker said, putting on a baffled, innocent voice. โWhy are you messing with meโand why are you even here?โ
โIโm messing with you because it isย never not fun,ย and Iโm here because: Hello! I just moved in.โ
That didnโt compute. โMoved in to what?โ โThe building.โ
โThe building?ย Thisย building?โ I demanded, pointing at the floor. Then I pointed at myself. โMy building?โ
โTop floor, baby!โ She lifted her hand for a high five. I ignored the hand. โYou canโt move in here.โ
โPretty sure I just did. A cute guy helped me carry my scratching post.โ โThis isย myย apartment building.ย Iย live here.โ
โItโs notย onlyย your apartment building,โ she said. โLots of people live here. Including me. As of today.โ Then she waved her still-raised hand in my face. โYou can see this, canโt you? Iโm high-fiving you!โ
I smacked her hand out of the way. โIโm not fucking high-fiving you, Parker. Get out. Youโre not welcome here.โ
โI think the guy who carried my scratching post might disagree. I got a definite vibe.โ
Of all the pets Iโd have picked for Parker, I wouldnโt have chosen a cat.
A tarantula, maybe. A tank of piranhas. A hive of wasps.
Just then, Hazel One called my name. My latte was ready. โDid you come here on purpose?โ I demanded.
Now Parker dropped her voice a little. โDo you think Iโm hunting you down or something?โ
โWhat else could possibly be happening?โ
โWait,โ she said then, her voice starting to ooze with delight. โAm I sensing that you still havenโt moved on from high school?โ
Were we talking about this? I guess we were talking about this.
โThatโs a hell of a question from you,โ I said. When she didnโt stop me, I kept going. โA hell of a question from the person who framed me for stealing Madame Steinโs French exam. The person who started the rumor that I slept with Kacyโs boyfriend. The person who started a fire out by the field house and then put a can of lighter fluid in my locker. And letโs not forget the person who bullied Augusta Ross to the brink of suicide and then pinned it all on me.โ
She wrinkled her nose in faux sympathy. โNot over it, then.โ
โOf course not,โ I said. โYou methodically and viciously dismantled my life. Augusta Ross had been my best friend since second grade, but six months after you showed up, her parents were hauling her off to Seattle, never to return. You got me kicked out of school. You turned my own father against me. And all for whatโso you could have our bedroom to yourself?โ
I thought maybe holding her actions up to her in the mirror might evoke โฆ something. Remorse, maybe. Regret?
Instead, Parker just said, โYou forgot โstole your boyfriend.โ Which was why I needed the bedroom to myself.โ
Whoa. She was worse than I remembered.
Parker was loving this, though. She leaned in. โIs it all still haunting you this much? I mean, I knew I won. But I didnโt know I won this epically. Sweetie, in two years, weโll be thirty! Let it go.โ
โDonโt call me sweetieโ was all I could think of to say.
Remember when Dr. Nicole thought it was so perplexing that I would think that people would want to use your weaknesses against you? That there was some compelling reason to endlessly hide your vulnerabilities from the world?
Well, meet the entire reason I believed thatโright here, in the flesh.
Holding a cat in a coffee shop.
Hazel One called my name again. I ignored it. Screw the latte.
โYou canโt live here,โ I said.
โIโm no landlord,โ Parker said, โbut I donโt think you can stop me.โ โWhy?โ I asked then.
She pretended the question made no sense. โWhy what?โ
I tried to bend her to my will with a donโt-mess-with-me tone of voice. โWhy are you doing this, Parker?โ
She gave a big shrug, and then she didnโt fight meโand I suddenly realized sheโd wanted me to ask this question all along. โI heard about you and my mom hanging out,โ she said, and then her voice got theatrically pouty, โand I thought,ย Are they having fun without me?โ
โWe were not having fun,โ I said. โI donโt โhave funโ with Lucinda.โ โShe paid you a visit, though,โ Parker said. โAt your roof-hovel.โ Hey. Only I got to call my hovel a hovel.
โNow we can all have fun together,โ Parker went onโher voice shifting to menacingly perky.
โI donโt want you here,โ I said, starting to feel a panic of helplessness.
โAww, I know,โ she said nowโlacing her voice with fake sympathy. โThis is kind of your worst nightmare, isnโt it?โ
She waited, like I might confirm it. I held still.
โBut donโt worry,โ Parker added then, raising her hand for another high- five attempt. โGiven your whole brain-damage situation โฆ you will literally never know Iโm here.โ