Chapter Four
Lunch. Lunch was a beautiful time. She never ate with Burke and he never looked for her. More time to think, more time to consider and Meredith would know to not ask her about it. Bambi and Alex were already at the table with Izzie. Hmmmm….Izzie seemed nervous, jumpy and George seemed hung over, but otherwise calm. Interesting.
"So how's McGrabAss? Or do you prefer McViagra, or maybe McEnglish? Hmmm Cristina," Izzie said in an overly bright voice. Cristina stared her down.
"So how was drinking last night?" Cristina countered.
"Yeah, you and George must have been really going at it," Meredith said. Meredith understood her so well. Bambi and Izzie were going to fess up whether they liked it or not.
"What," Izzie said in a panicked voice.
"All that laughing and the drunkenness? So have you two made up?"
"Yeah, we're good." George stated, still calm. Wait, did Bambi not know?
Cristina examined Izzie's face. She knew what she had done. She had the same look Meredith did with less guilt when she had slept with Bambi. George, however, was not whiny or pouting. He didn't know. He definitely was not aware of the fact that he had cheated on his wife. Or maybe he didn't care. Callie Iwas/I sitting with Addison.
How could he not care? He had just violated his vows. Precious Bambi with his moral superiority who had looked at her with contempt when Burke with his tremors didn't feel anything when cheating on his wife. Nothing? Even Alex had groveled when he slept with the syph nurse, and Alex was the ultimate manwhore.
Callie didn't know. That much was obvious. If Callie knew, Bambi would be in tiny pieces. Now she was only glaring at Izzie and the table in general. They had married so quickly, so soon after Bambi had joined the dead dad's club. Look at what marriage had done to them!
Now Burke wanted to enter into that ridiculous institution. He wanted the ceremony with the flautist and the string quartet and the catering and the white dress. Imagine what their mothers would do to her.
He wanted her to become Mrs. Dr. Preston Burke. She didn't want that, not at all. Papers were nothing. Rings were nothing. Actions were everything. She had agreed to make him happy, to take away that sad look in his eyes. She didn't need his ceremony or any of that. Cristina needed Burke's happiness. Why couldn't he understand?
She had told him she was sticking, in it for the long haul. That still wasn't enough. Maybe he was right. Maybe she shouldn't be marrying him to placate him. Maybe this entire engagement was doomed. Maybe she would destroy it with Colin lifting a finger.
Cristina didn't want to believe any of it, but what if all of this was true?