Wedding Chocolate. Adrianne Byrd

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      “I know. I know.” She sighed. Why was she always such a klutz? “It’s just a small rip,” she lied. “I can fix it.” Balancing the phone between her shoulder and chin, Isabella struggled to reach the back zipper. When it jammed halfway down, she opted to pull the silk dress over her head, which caused her to lose her precious balance, drop the phone and crush her toes.

      “Ow. Ow, ow.” She hopped around the room blind on her good foot. Once the throbbing eased, she shouted down to the floor, “Just a sec, Keri.” Isabella wiggled and pulled and after a few long seconds managed to work her way out of the dress. “I’m back.”

      “What happened?”

      “Nothing. I dropped the phone.” She sat on the edge of the bed and reached to take off her shoes when one heel came off in her hand. “Uhm, about your shoes...”

      “Izzy!”

      “I’m sorry. I just...I’m just sorry.”

      “Forget the shoes. What are you going to do about Randall?”

      Isabella checked behind her before easing back onto the bed.

      “Isabella, are you there? Hello.”

      “I’m still here,” she mumbled.

      “So what are you going to do? I mean, you’re not going to go through with it, are you? You’re not in love with Randall.”

      “I could learn to love him.”

      “What?” Keri shrieked. “Please say you’re joking.”

      Isabella sighed. Was she joking? Really, what was wrong with falling in love after marriage? Does true love really exist? Hell, she didn’t know anymore.

      “Izzy?”

      “I don’t know, Keri. Randall is a good catch and it’s not like there’s a line of men banging down my front door. There never has been.”

      “Don’t say it like that. What about that guy you met at the library?”

      “You mean, Arthur? That was years ago. We went out one time and all he talked about was reaching some ridiculous level in some video game. Besides he had too many no’s.”

      “He had too many what?”

      “No’s. No job, no car, no money and most importantly no personality. Consequently, he got married last year.”

      “You’re joking.”

      “I wish I was. I was hard up enough a few months ago and called him again.” Isabella grabbed a toss pillow, covered her head and proceeded to scream.

      “Izzy? Izzy?” Keri shouted.

      When her brief moment of anxiety and frustration passed, Isabella removed the pillow from her head and placed the phone back against her ear. “It’s all right. I’m back.”

      “Okay. So Arthur is off the list. No big deal.”

      “No big deal? What does it say about the world when he can get hitched and I, an intelligent woman with a damn good job...and somewhat decent looking can only get asked out once every three years?”

      “Izzy, stop putting yourself down. You’re a pretty girl. Any man would be lucky to have you.”

      How come she only heard those words from her parents and friends? Acidic tears burned the backs of Isabella’s eyes. The truth was the truth. She wasn’t beautiful and she should count herself lucky Randall Jarrett ever gave her the time of day. “Randall would make a good husband.”

      “So you’re just going to settle?”

      “I didn’t say I was settling.”

      “That is exactly what you’re saying. You’re letting Randall and your parents run your life.”

      “No, I’m not.”

      “Oh, please. Your parents chose your college, law school, your condo, half of your friends and now they have thrown you into Randall’s arms.”

      Isabella groaned at having the truth tossed back at her. The great thing about Keri was her wonderful way of telling it like it is. Sometimes she was a little too blunt, but love it or hate it, everyone always knew where they stood with Keri.

      Sometimes Isabella wished she was more like her best friend. For one thing, Keri was gorgeous. Whenever she walked into a room, everyone noticed. Then there was Keri’s no-nonsense attitude. She had no time for fools, or “dawgs” looking for a quick score.

      “Take control of your life, Izzy,” Keri said. “Do something. Stand up for yourself. This is your chance before they marry you off and pump you full of kids. Call Randall tonight and tell him you can’t marry him.”

      “But—”

      “No buts. Do it now. Tonight!”

      Isabella fell silent while a knot looped and tightened in her chest. “Time to get a backbone,” she mumbled.

      “That’s my girl,” Keri encouraged. “Call him and then call me back,” she instructed.

      Isabella nodded and then rolled onto her back. “But what if he’s not there?”

      “Izzy!”

      “Okay. Okay. I’m calling right now.”

      “Good. You’re doing the right thing.”

      Then why did it feel like she’d swallowed a fifty-pound lead rock? Isabella disconnected the call, and stared at the phone. Just call him, she told herself. Her hands itched and her fingers tingled, but still she couldn’t make the call.

      Five minutes went by.

      Ten minutes.

      Twenty minutes later, Isabella reached for the phone, but after punching in one number, she hung up.

      “I’ll call him tomorrow.”

      Tomorrow she’d know what to say.

      * * *

      Derrick strolled through the doors of Herman’s Barbershop flashing a wide smile and bobbing his head in greeting to the Saturday morning regulars. For nearly twenty-five years Derrick had been coming to the small shop.

      A few men tossed a “Yo, Derrick,” his way and he volleyed a “Whassup?” back at them.

      Herman Keillor, a tall, robust man, who was in his early seventies, had owned the shop through some hellish times. Most customers came for his wonderful stories. Not only had Herman given Derrick his first haircut when he was just six, but the old man had often bragged about giving Derrick’s father his first one as well.

      “I was beginning to think you weren’t coming this morning,” Herman boomed from across the room.

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