Can’t make it.
Couldn’t make it. It shouldn’t have surprised him as much as those three words had. He was a big boy. Had this party planned for weeks (and very well could’ve waited until Saturday to do it) but, of course, something always happened. Something always fell through and it wasn’t like he could help it. People had responsibilities. Delilah had responsibilities and regardless of how much wealth he threw at her or how many things he offered to pay for (because money wasn’t that important when it came to spending it on her or their daughter), she never took it. Reaching out had come to a roaring halt. Never knew what he could do to connect with people other than tossing money in their direction. It was how he made friends. It was how he communicated and retained those connections.
Then there was Vi.
She never expected anything from him. Never asked for things, but also never refused his endless gifts. It wasn’t for the usual greed Lukas knew everyone held on their shoulders. She looked like she genuinely appreciated his advances towards that friendship. They could’ve talked all day, wrapped up in each other without a care in the world. He could vent to her. Ask for advice. Vivian was truly the only best friend he’d ever had. She was like a sister to him. She could make it. She always made it for him.
Sitting across from her on his large L shaped couch as the housekeepers and accompanying staff made their way around to decorate for the party later that night, he tucked his feet up, scooching closer as a laugh left his mouth. A genuine smile prevailing.
“Fuzzy handcuffs, Vi? Really?” He noted, shaking his head. “You should’ve seen my maid’s face. One word from them and I’m gonna be back in those shady gossip columns about seein’ someone on the side,” he snickered. “Besides. You know I’m a rope kind of guy.”
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