Collide (Collide #1)(104)

Joan's eyes hardened.

"No," Emily quickly interjected, rushing over to Olivia. "Just take a seat, Liv," she said, her eyes pleading. Crossing her arms in annoyance, Olivia sank into a chair with a scowl in Joan's direction. "Alright, I'll try it on, but don't you have to leave soon?"

Joan's eyes flicked down to her watch as she inhaled sharply. "Jesus, I do," she clipped as she grabbed for her purse. "Okay, so you'll try on the Elie Saab then. I also showed Donna a trumpet style that would look just fabulous on you. Make sure you have her bring that one in."

Nodding, Emily plastered a smile on her face.

"Excellent. I'll call you later then," Joan said. She set off at a brisk pace toward the door as she and Olivia traded vicious stares.

Olivia shot up from the chair. "You're seriously not - "

"Trying that horrible thing on?" Emily interrupted with a laugh. Olivia started to laugh right along with her. "Forget about you not allowing me to be caught dead in it. I wouldn't allow myself to be caught dead in it."

Emily changed back into her pair of jeans, off-the-shoulder black sweater, and a pair of black Converse sneakers. She plucked her purse from the chair and made her way to the front desk. She notified Donna that the Monique Lhuillier gown was the one she was going with and handed the receptionist Dillon's credit card to satisfy the down payment. After discussing and scheduling appointments for another few fittings for Emily, they also arranged for the boutique to take care of the Maid of Honor dress fitting for Emily's sister since she lived out of state. Feeling overwhelmed by the enormity of it all, Emily was more than happy to get out of there.

"I'm starved," Olivia said as they rocked out of the boutique and into the cool city air. "There's a funky sushi bar not too far from here that serves up some pretty decent rolls. Wanna check it out?"

"I'm game."

A few city blocks later, they approached the sushi restaurant. Before entering, Emily stopped and started digging in her purse.

With her hand on the door, Olivia asked, "What are you doing?"

Effectively ignoring her, Emily continued her endeavor.

"Hello, Emily, what are you doing?" Olivia repeated.

"I have a killer headache. I'm looking for a bottle of Advil that I know I have in here," she replied, her hands working frantically through the mess of credit card receipts, sunglasses, and an overstuffed makeup bag.

With a smile, Emily found it and let out a sigh of relief. She headed toward the entrance and watched as Olivia's face morphed into noticeable shock.

Emily cocked her head to the side. "What's wrong?" she asked, placing her hand on Olivia's shoulder.

"Umm, turn around, Em."

With furrowed brows, she gave Olivia a questioning look and whipped around.

Oh God...

After the air whooshed from her lungs, her eyes took in Gavin's BMW double-parked in front of the restaurant. Colton was in the driver's seat shaking his head as Gavin not so gracefully stumbled out from the passenger side.

"I'll go get us a table," Olivia said.

"No, wait," she hastily whispered, instant sweat beading on her forehead even in the crisp air. "Don't you dare leave me here."

Olivia narrowed her brown eyes on her but kept her tone even. "You have to talk to him, friend." Without a backward glance, she opened the door and disappeared into the restaurant.

With her heart racing, Emily tried to compose herself as he approached. "You're drunk," she breathed, noticing the way he was swaying side to side.