Everything at this particular moment stuck out like a sore thumb. The dreadful small-talk always provided a handful of information whilst Cleo eavesdropped into numerous moments in passing as patrons began to rave about the famous Conyngham or Vanderbilt wedding soon to take place on Catalina Island. Less than a few days away. Invitations for the rehearsal dinner had been sent out months ago. Evelyn, the monster that she was, kindly declined to show face at the rehearsal dinner for the wedding of the century. Those weren’t Cleo’s words because the thought of Theo and Rebecca together made her gag. The older woman’s decline wasn’t to get on the superior side of her daughter. Instead, an influential business meeting on the upcoming Academy Award red carpet shifted Evelyn’s attention. Any opportunity to prioritize work made the stygian tressed female, in a flawless up-do, sauntering around town with grace. It still didn’t mean her mother wouldn’t catch onto the gossip from her botox pack who were invited and raving about it. Not in a million years, or of all of the years she knew Theo, had she expected to refute back to his horrid, choice of woman habits. It seemed like not only did he dispirit her, broken a promise of them having their ‘someday’ after sharing a whimsical kiss at Ava’s wedding reception but the man she had fallen in love with was still his idiotic self. The information of his engagement and the nearing days of his marriage should’ve caused Cleo to instantaneously shut off her emotions and all of the feelings of love she had for him. Just be numb and realize there was a potential suitor out there for her. If it wasn’t Theo, it would be another gentleman who would keep his work and prioritize her instead of going on tangents of not returning her phone calls back. This was the final line. It was a new decade. All of the prior energy she experienced in relationships were left in the past.
Whilst her amber hues foraged Theo within a nanosecond, the moment was not a peculiar one to not only approach Julie to glacially single her out but to unleash holy hell on Rebecca ─ who was merit in realizing she got on the wrong side of Cleo, even including their teenage years. Nothing vexed her more than two cell phones, considering the staff at the door took all devices away, but the two females typed feverishly away. God, as if they couldn’t relish at the moment, but they were elsewhere. Fucking annoying. Hence why the hurricanic Cleo came sweeping in, digging at Julie where it hurt most ─ Jolie. It was all apart of her grand scheme of helping the royalty, with a royal title, unlike Cleo, who wore a replica of Kate Middleton’s wedding tiara and informed everyone to treat her like a monarch. How could someone who went through numerous, yet vigorous years of school be blinded by a woman named Rebecca, who clearly voted for Donald Trump in 2017. Tilting her flawless tressed to the left side, amber hues probed the dragged into Julie’s back, knowing Jolie would have her head on the silver platter, but the older woman in the bunch saw through the false, trivial attitude Rebecca flaunted around. “Oh, too bad,” she retorted, inhaling a sharp whiff of air that momentarily chattered her teeth. “You know, if I saw my best friend attempting to replace me, I would hope someone would do the same as I’m doing to you.” A fallacious tone fluttered through her silvery range, not hesitating to blew continuing the blows at the pairing of friends in speaking. Formerly vaulted brows began to pinch together, index finger swiping the air at the iPhone in both of their hands, ready to be the phone police and turn them in, “Didn’t you get the memo… you’re not supposed to have your phones in here? There are rules. Learn to abide by them.” As truthful as that. If she had to, and everyone else in the room, so did these two. Yet, the piercing, almost made her want to strangle Rebecca just by hearing her pitchy tone direct the conversation to her, the female head slowly diverted her eyesight. “Oh Rebecca, I forgot you were here. Like I forgot you were even alive..” A counterfeit chortle fell off her lips, as diversion bounced through her tone. “Hmm,” she reflected for half a moment. Remembering the wedding invitation as it became a wine coaster in her living room. It was tacky. It suited Rebecca. “Oh yes, I do remember receiving it. Karlie Kloss and John Kushner are rolling in their graves at how lovely it is.”
The entire thing escalated too fast and perhaps, it was the tiredness in her body and mind that kept Julie from seeing things as they were because as far as she can remember, the woman never had a problem with Cleo. She searched in her mind for it, going back to the few times they had interact, the events they were or the time they both shared the same private school. It did not make sense, any of it and yet, there they were. At least, it did not make any sense to Julie, she could not speak in behalf of the other and sometimes, the little emotionless and free-cold self in her made things a little blur. Thankfully, the years of media training and politic manners were very useful in situations like this one (one that it seemed to be straight out of a high school movie). There was not a hysterical bone in her body, she could perfectly hide the emotions going through and not let it reflect in her features. She spoke light, keeping the visual contact and remaining calm and elegant. “Cleo, I just left an open heart surgery on a four years old that Rebecca has been treating since the child was born.” If there was a time to let a tiny bit of motion to slip, now was it. A big step in her career, she had never performed a surgery of this magnitude on a child and the only thing she could not stop imagine was her little brother, nephew and niece. A small life in her hands, one that has not even got the chance to step into the arena and play the life game. “I need my phone in case I need to get back to the hospital, the event planners and the board, kindly let me keep in case of an emergency. I asked then to extend the privilege to Rebecca since she is the child’s doctor. We were just killing some time and she was trying to keep my mind out of it while we go through her wedding stuff.” She explained, hands gesticulating and pointing between the three of them. Now, to subject number two and the first in this conversation, her relationship with her best friend. Not only Julie was extremely private, but she also was half British and share those type of information about the levels of her life was never an option if you were not a part of her inner and super small circle. She did not even discuss this with Rebecca, the woman sitting right beside her. “Now, as for your concern regardless my relationship with Jolie, thank you, but not necessary nor requested. This is not high school, we are not teenagers, no one is replacing anyone and seems like you need to reevaluate your idea of friendship and non co-dependent relationship.” She spoke just like she did previously, with a soft tone and respectfully. Julie had nothing to hold against Cleo nor she had any reasons to, maybe the other had just too many drinks and this whole think would vanish in the back of everyone’s mind. “Also, the tiara is not entire accurate.” That was the little note she needed to add because no one talks about Jolie and the fact she got lost on the conversation as it was directed towards Rebecca. What was the Karlie Kloss and John Kushner reference she did not get?
RB: A smile grew further in Rebecca’s lips with the reaction she got from Cleo, she could not be any more satisfied with it and her night had been won. A plus to watch Julie defend not only herself but Rebecca also, the entire case of the patient had been transfer to the surgery ward and it was out of her hands. Yet, she managed to stand with Julie and the other surgeons while it was going, bonus when she got to watch from the gallery - for at least an hour before she left to get ready. “That is not very polite Cee.” She says. “You know Karlie and John actually replied their RSVP and they are coming, so I guess it is very lovely.” Rebecca did even knew how to hide it, she spite in her tone just came rolling like an avalanche. “But you look great and I’m sure we can arrange a plus on in case you need it.”
TC: The thing with ties is that just like in most of his life, Theo felt trapped inside a small room with not much to do or say, paralyzed; but, again, to please someone else he put on the damn tie. After all, who shows up to an event or a ball without a tie ─ he made a mental list on his mind while Rebecca was speaking. The whole tension of the wedding and all the festivities coming along was driving both of them nuts or at least is what he hopes it is the reason for all the breakdowns and crying. He had left the duo in a corner talking over the details to be finalized and went to pour himself a drink, a strong one. For whatever reason, he was avoiding people tonight (or ever since he came back) and even his mother seemed odd, especially tonight; but that was a thought to be spoke later. While lost in the running thoughts and the sour taste of his whisky, as he approached the two women he had left hang, Theo had to gasp for air with the sight of Cleo. He was never the one to be left wordless, but there he was, standing behind his fiancé with a glass of Rosé for her and a Whisky in the other while facing his best friend and the one where it was: complicated. She looked insanely beautiful, but that was an understatement because Theo had always found her imperfect perfect, things that made her beautiful beyond the outside. “ Here, love.” He handed the drink to Rebecca, but his eyes could not divert from Cleo. There was a chance of him being punched or yelled at because he not once call, nor had the courtesy to tell her he was moving back. It was not his choice. “Hi, Cleo you look ─ “ The pause spoke louder than his words. He just raised his glass at her and took a drink. “It’s been awhile, huh?” Stupid.
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