"I really don't know" she replied honestly. I wonder what I want her to do, if she calls it off then I have a chance with Derek no matter how slim. Or maybe she will marry him anyway and while I will be unhappy she and Derek will live happily ever after. "I think I might postpone the wedding only for a little while but enough to get our heads on straight and for me to figure out if I really should marry him." She explained. "Well you should do what you think is best." I replied. Please, Please, Please call the wedding off. "I mean if you truly love him it should all work out. I can't help but feel like this is my fault." I said. If I'm truly being honest with myself the little devil, who strangely looks like Derek, on my shoulder wants me to prevent the wedding form ever happening. However the angel on my shoulder that looks like me says that I shouldn't be selfish. Right now I can the Derek on my left shoulder's point. "It's not your fault he shouldn't have made you lie and he shouldn't have lied to me in the first place." She said. We spent the rest of the night, club hopping and we had an amazing time she had a few too many drinks but I only drank diet cokes. Ever since freshman year of college where I had an unfortunate experience involving tequila and me dancing on a table in my underwear, I quit drinking when I was out. "I don't think I'm actually ready for marriage." Grace slurred after her fourth jack and coke. "What was he like in college?" she then asked. "If you aren't ready then don't get married it's that simple. And he was nicer than he was when we lived together with our parents, he still pranked me, I remember this time when he put food coloring in our milk. He was good to me very loyal and though he acted like he didn't care about anything he would go out of his way to make sure that I was ok and always asked how my day went or mad sure that no body messed with me. He was my best friend, my closest confidant, and I loved him." I said. "I wish he cared more about me. When he comes home after practice, he doesn't ask about my day he just kisses me on the cheek and falls asleep." She said. "Sweetheart I think it's time to get you home you've had enough to drink and we don't want you to have any worse of a hangover than you need to." I said trying to get off the subject of going to bed with Derek. "What's it like to sleep with him? Is he any good in bed?" she asked. I should have known this topic was going to come up but then again this is me I can tell myself that something is not going to happen knowing that inevitably it will. "The best I ever had, if you tell him that I said that I will deny it." I said laughing. I was thinking about what Derek had said earlier 'Did he treat you right? Was he as good as I was, well that's impossible so I guess not,' the problem is he would probably been right, he was the best I ever had. "Now if you are done with the third degree I am taking you home." I said with finality. "Derek is spending the night at Sam's so you don't have to worry about seeing him tonight." She said. We got into the taxi and we got out of the car and I helped her into her building and to the elevator. "Love you and I will see you tomorrow." I said to Grace. She mumbled a "Bye" and went upstairs. I got back in the taxi and went to my hotel. I got to room 333 slid my card into the door and opened it. What happened next wasn't what I was expecting. On the other side of the room was a man facing the window he turned around and said "Hello Casey."