No One But You (Silver Springs #2)(116)
UNTIL YOU LOVED ME
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Until You Loved Me
by Brenda Novak
1
“You look miserable.”
Ellie Fisher forced a smile for her oldest friend. “What? No, I’m not miserable at all!” She had to shout above the music pulsing through the air and reverberating off the walls and ceiling. She’d never understood why, in a place designed for singles to meet and become acquainted, the music had to be so loud. A hundred and twenty decibels made it almost impossible to have a conversation and had to be damaging their hearing, but she didn’t say so. She knew how Amy, her friend since early childhood, and Amy’s friend Leslie, whom she’d just met tonight, would react. Besides, after the emotional trauma she’d been through the past week, she wouldn’t feel much better anywhere else. “I’m having a great time!”
Amy pursed her lips to suggest she wasn’t convinced. “Sure you are.”
After being inseparable in grade school, she and Amy had grown apart in middle school and taken much different paths. Amy had been the stereotypical cheerleader—popular, outgoing and fun—and had opted for cosmetology school instead of college. She now worked at an expensive hair boutique in Brickell, an urban neighborhood of downtown Miami. Ellie hadn’t had nearly the same amount of attention, especially from boys, but until recently she hadn’t cared too much about that. She’d always preferred her studies to parties, had graduated valedictorian and been accepted into Yale, which was where she’d done both her undergraduate as well as postgraduate work. Since leaving school she’d been determined to overcome the immunology challenges associated with finding a cure for diabetes at one of the foremost research facilities in the world, which just happened to be here in Miami, where she’d been born. But despite their many differences—and the fact that they didn’t see much of each other while Ellie was away at college—thanks to that early bond, she and Amy would always be friends. Ellie had never been more grateful for her than in the past week, since Amy was the one who’d been there for her when her world had fallen apart.
“It’s true,” Ellie insisted, glancing from Amy to Leslie as if to say, “Here we are, sitting around a tiny table in one of South Beach’s most popular nightclubs. What’s not to love?”
Amy rolled her eyes. “I know you too well to believe that. But I’m not letting you cut out early, so don’t start glancing at the time on your phone. I’ve invited a couple of friends to come meet you, remember?”
Ellie remembered, but Amy hadn’t mentioned any names. Ellie got the impression it was because she didn’t know which friends would show up—that she’d simply gone through her male clients and other contacts and invited anyone who might be available and willing to come to the club and show Ellie a good time. “I wasn’t checking the time,” Ellie said.
Amy scowled. “I saw you!”
“I was checking to see if my parents have texted me!” she argued. “They should’ve arrived in Paris by now.” Ellie wished she had gone with them, but by the time her life had imploded, they’d already had their travel plans in place, and it’d been too late to get a plane ticket. They were going to be teaching in France for the next year, though. Once she finished the clinical trials she was working on, she hoped to fly over and meet up with them. Now that she wouldn’t be going on her honeymoon, she had enough vacation days to stay for three weeks. Surely helping her parents settle into their flat and take up their responsibilities in Paris would provide a better distraction. Hanging out with Amy didn’t seem to be helping anything.