Lucy Monologue

“Sorry Lucy, I completely forgot to tell you she was coming. Honestly, I didn’t even know she was until last week. She never RSVP’d and she’s been out of the country so much,” Matt apologises, even though he doesn’t need to. “I know you two have a strained relationship but I don’t think she’ll bother you tonight. Not here, anyway.”
I glance over at the table Drew’s mother is sitting at. “I doubt it, but don’t worry about it, Matt. You can’t help who your Aunty is, plus, I expected her to be here.”
Drew’s mum and I never had a close relationship, she always thought I wasn’t good enough for her precious son. I wasn’t private schooled and I didn’t come from old money. I was an arts uni student who liked to party and listen to live music. I was

Do I think Francesca is going to bother me tonight? I know she will. From the moment I saw her in the courtyard after the ceremony and felt her eyes bore into me, I knew she would have some nasty words to throw at me. She’s never been one to hold back although she would never make a scene either. So like a predator she will sit and wait for the perfect opportunity to rip me to shreds without any prying eyes to observe her.
I don’t care tonight. It’s not like she can say anything that I haven’t already

They’ve chosen Kiss Me by Ed Sheeran, which at first I think is sweet until I remember it was the song playing at the restaurant during the first double date Drew and I had with them. Megan listened to it, on repeat for months after. I use to laugh at her all the time over it and blame it on new love — I just didn’t realise the new love was with mine. Oh god I feel sick. Watching her and Matt glide around the dance floor, I try not to throw up at the thought the affair had been going on for that long.
I feel Jacob’s hand intertwine with mine. The simple touch grounds me. Reminds me who I do have in life, who I chose to have in my life and makes me understand that there’s a very good reason I have lost contact with these people.
“Well Miss Parker, would you do me the honour of having this dance with me?” Jacob asks putting on a terrible posh accent.
“I thought you’d never ask,” I tease, as he leads me onto the dance floor.
With Jacob’s arm around my waist, we make our way onto the floor. Draping my arms around his neck, I rest my head on his chest. His body pressed up against mine is warm and familiar, making me feel safe. Breathing in Jacob’s earthy cologne, I realize that it doesn’t matter who my firsts were with or that my life in Hope wasn’t the life I had once planned for. What matters is that it’s the life I now desire, with this man who I want to be all of my