Later that night, Jaye was sat in Whitney's living room, nursing a mug of coffee as Whitney listened patiently.
"I mean, I thought he was serious about us. He told me he loved me. What sort of man runs out midway through a date and refuses to give a viable explanation?" Jaye closed her eyes, rubbing her temple.
"Babe, it's nothing to get upset over. Soon enough he'll realise that he's an idiot and he needs you. He wouldn't be stupid enough to cheat on you." Whitney replied.
"If he's not stupid enough to cheat, why won't he tell me the truth?" Jaye sighed, staring at Whitney, waiting for an answer.
"Joey is being a typical boy, putting his pride before his relationship." Whitney shrugged. "Us girls are going out tonight and I think it would do you good to come too. You know, get dressed in a frock and heels and curl you hair - you'll forget all about this."
Jaye shrugged. "I haven't been out for a while. Why not? It's not like Joey'll notice I'm gone."
"Exactly." Whitney giggled and Jaye rolled her eyes, laughing. "I have these heels and I think they'll look so much nicer on you."
"Don't be daft. You wear them." Jaye smled, patting Whitney's knee. "I'm going to go and change. I'll meet you outside the club at seven."
Jaye checked her reflection once more. Having checked her phone a hundred times, she was surprised he hadn't made any contact with her. People argued in relationships but they always made up after. This was there first row but it wasn't supposed to end badly. She dropped her phone onto her bed and turned back to the mirror. Her long hair was straightened perfectly and the sides were clipped back. Her tanned skin had a dusting of rose blush and her blue eyes were outlined with eyeliner and a few coatings of mascara. Her tiny body wore a strapless mini dress with little gold studs and gold platforms.
"Jaye?"
She heard the front door close and a voice shout her name. Turning away from the mirror and focusing her gaze on the mirror, she waited until the footsteps were padding across the hall and opening her bedroom door. "Joey." She registered.
"Alright?" He mumbled.
"Funnily enough, I've been better." Jaye shrugged.
"I don't blame you for being angry." He answered.
"Really? I'm glad of that." Her voice dripped with sarcasm.
"I understand that I messed up big time but I have a really good explanation that I couldn't share at the time." Joey sighed.
Jaye smiled to herself, noting that Whitney was right in what she said about him. "What could you possibly say that would make this any better?" She frowned.
"I was buying you...this." Joey fished a navy blue box out of his pocket, a tiny square made of velvet. She gasped as he opened it up, revealing a silver ring.