I wanted to let you all know that I have changed my name from 4nim3BBfr34k to Profilerchic. It suits me more and it's a bit more... professional. sort of. :]
Soft lights. Soft music. The ambiance was, truly, calming and in spite of the sting of what this occasion meant, she could not help but appreciate the taste in décor and music, her boss held. However, all she really wanted to do was be mad, given it had only been six months before that she found out about this secret affair. But here, she was, surrounded by her misfit family of co-workers, Lacey, and her mother-who never misses out on a party-at the country club where Todd and Kate were announcing their engagement. Along with plenty of others, she really had no interest in, random diplomats and important people.
Really, it was a nice area. Megan, again, looked around. A small wood floor ballroom, lavishly decorated with crisp white sheets on each of the scattered round tables. A deejay was stationed next to the bar on the opposite wall from where Megan sat, closest to two double doors that lead to the outdoor patio.
Even then, the décor could only hold so much worth. The idea that her husband, who claimed she never made enough time for her family, was marrying another women with almost the same number of hours in her work schedule was incomprehensible… and plain betrayal. That was why she was angry. That was why she was simmering. Peter had it wrong, she did not have feelings for Todd anymore. Five years was enough to get over a divorce. But like she told Lacey, she was giving her the benefit of the doubt.
Peter…he hadn't arrived yet. She wondered why that bothered her so much. Somehow over the last seven months he had wormed his way past her defenses and excuses. Defenses against gaining friends-because where were they after her accident? Excuses of her mother and her anti-social behavior. He even had the audacity of saying she runs away to her bodies. She understood that he, unlike the rest of the group must have a life outside of the MD's office but she couldn't help but feel like her one friend was abandoning her to this… trial.
Absently, she rubs her hands, feeling nothing as her parasthesia acts up.
"They really are having a good time, aren't they?
"Are they?" Megan looked to her right, brought out of her musings by her lovely daughter.
"I think they are. They're laughing and dancing together. Sometimes, when we're having dinner together, I see Dad looking at Kate and I remember that was how you and Dad used to look at each other. I'm glad Dad's happy..." She watched on as the couple in question leaned toward each other in their own private musings. Ignorant of the other couples dancing around them, of the group gathered to celebrate with them. Currently, Curtis, Bud and Ethan were engaged in some sort of game, poker by the stoic looks on their faces. Moreover, she had once seen Sam and Bud dance. Blackmail for later. Sam was at the bar getting fresh drinks for the boys. Personally, they might all be a bit tipsy.
"I'm glad he is too." And it was true. No matter how much she resented the situation for what it meant.
"…Are you happy?"
"What?" She turned, full body to Lacey. Eyes wide. "Of course I am. My job is going great. I, dare I say it, have friends and I have you. What more could I want?"
"…him?"
Startled, she could only turn to where her daughter was pointing.