Aisha-the first to break out of the stupor that laid over the group- turns and looks at Kim. "Oh my gosh Kim! You know Khloe Kardashian? The Khloe Kardashian!"
Kim laughs. She takes a minute to compose herself. The emotions flooding through her at the moment are enough to send even the sanest person over the edge. She pushes her silky brown locks behind her ear before replying.
"yes, Khloe and I have become amazing friends over the year." The vague answer seemed to satisfy the group for the time being.
The wedding party exchange awkward glances before Jason clears his throat. "So uhm Kim what's your husband like?"
Kim takes a slow sip of her drink. Tommy gazes at those lips. Those beautiful lips, as soft as can be. He remembers the feel of those on his own lips. The way they use to kiss when they thought no one was looking. Oh those were the days.
Kim's words draw Tommy back to reality. "Well, Anthony and I actually met down in Miami. We both attended University of Tampa. We dated a year and a half before we got married."
Kim smiles at the one memory she will hopefully never forget-her wedding day. Kim doesn't ever remember being so happy. It was a very small wedding; the two of them their immediate families and only their closest friends were invited. They had a romantic beach ceremony. She wore a mermaid styled dress with a sweat heart neckline with a simple beaded belt at the waist. Her hair was done up in a curly updo. While walking down the aisle she remembers turning toward Anthony and knowing-oh she knew- that she made the right choice.
No one really knew what to say. Whether to congratulate her even though they were hurt or to stay silent and hope someone speaks up. The silence prevails until Kim awkwardly coughs so it's not as silent.
"Well, as nice as this is I really must be going." She says somewhat sarcastically.
Kim wants to laugh at the fact that there are no weak meaningless 'oh please don't go's or anything of that sort. She stands up and says her goodbyes for the evening before setting a few crumpled bills on the table. Her small quick steps are echoed around the bar as she makes her quick escape to the fresh air waiting outside.
Once outside Kim lets out a breathe she didn't even know she was holding. Her muscles begin to relax and her guard begins to drop as she realizes she is no longer stuck in that awkward tension filled room.
As any smart Los Angeles women knows she reaches into her bag and pulls out her keys ready in case some psycho decides to attack her. Her small stiletto steps echo throughout the unusually empty street. The silence casts an eerie feeling throughout the neighborhood causing panic to seep through her veins. She knows its silly to fear the dark but there's something about a Los Angeles street being empty that gets her adrenaline going and gets her heart going a mile a minute.
Kim finally makes reaches her car, a shiny brand new black Gucci Fiat. She hops in and starts the engine. She puts the car in park and backs out of the parking garage simultaneously dialing Anthony on her blue tooth system.
He answers the phone after three rings, " Hey babe." Was his immediate answer causing her to smile.
"Hey Tony, I'm heading to the hotel now."
"Did you meeting run late?" he asks worried she would have troublesome clients again.
Kim's heart warms at his concern, "No, turns out they were the people I went to high school with. The ones I told you about."
Anthony on the other end of the phone call lets out a long ohhhh, "Wanna talk about it?" he asks knowing this is a touchy subject for her.
"Honestly not right now. But I will call you later I'm pulling up to my hotel now. I love you and hopefully I will be home sooner than planned."
"Love you to sweetie. I'll call you tomorrow. Have a good night."
With those final closing words she hangs up and cuts the engine in her car. She walks up to the front door of the hotel she is staying at, one separate from the others. She sighs knowing tomorrow will be a long day.
Hola readers! Sorry for the short chapter I'm trying to figure out where this is going. Let me know what you want to see!
