Missy snickers, and I follow her to the booth that sits in the corner near the alcove that leads to the restrooms. I’m self-conscious, not having had a chance to freshen up since the rampage in the master suite. I’m wearing a faded Atlanta Falcons T-shirt, a pair of white denim shorts, and ratty Chucks without laces that are the most comfortable shoes I own. I’d changed into these clothes before I left the house for lunch at the diner, feeling completely comfortable. But for dinner out tonight at Tilley’s, where everyone shows up looking their best because it’s the best place to hang out, party, and mingle, I look like a bum.
So my goal is to eat and get out, although frankly, I’m not hungry. Too many cupcakes.
I slide into the booth seat that faces the bathroom, putting my back to the main crowd. Tilley’s has a large U-shaped bar at the back of the building, with a wooden dance floor in front of it. The perimeter houses booths, and the remaining space holds tables and chairs. The food is simple, but good…at least from what I can remember. There’s usually live music on the weekends too, but it’s still early yet, so there’s only the sound of people talking and flatware clanging against plates as diners eat.
I give my back to the crowd because I’ve been uneasy with the interactions I’ve had so far. People look at me strange…almost as if they hate me. I can’t figure out why. I’m a nice person. Was well liked when I lived here, because even though we were wealthy, I went to the same public high school as everyone else and acted like a regular person. I have to guess that perhaps people might be jealous of my success, but again, that doesn’t make sense either.
One or two people, sure. But everyone who looks at me?
It just doesn’t make sense.
Unless it’s all in my head. Maybe I’m still feeling so beat down by what Brad did to me I feel like everyone’s against me. I’ve never felt like this before, but I’ve never felt betrayed either. I suppose most people would turn to family and friends for support, but I don’t have that. The most I have is a house that I have to share with my first love who can’t stand me and a former classmate I didn’t even recognize who probably pity-fed me cupcakes today.
“What are you going to have?” Missy asks as she grabs one of the trifold menus from the holder near the wall. “They’ve got a great rib-eye steak here if you eat meat.”
“Totally eat meat,” I say as I grab a menu too, but honest to God, I don’t think I can fit anything else in my stomach. “But I think I might just go with a salad.”
“Too many cupcakes,” Missy guesses as she smirks at me over her menu.
“Yup,” I agree with a chuckle. “Please don’t let me eat like that again when I’m in your shop.”
“I think it was warranted today,” she tells my sympathetically. “So you’ve got your belly full, you can have a glass of wine or two to relax you, then go home and get a good night’s sleep. Things will look better in the morning.”
With a sigh and a brave smile, I put down the menu and cross my forearms on the table. “Easy for you to say. You don’t know the half of what happened.”
Missy tosses her menu on the table and also crosses her forearms on the table, then leans toward me with interest. “Well, I didn’t want to pry today. Figured you’d tell me details when you felt ready to.”
“I’m drunk on sugar,” I say. “I’m ready.”
“Hey, Missy,” I hear from my left, and turn to see a waitress. She’s looking straight at Missy with a welcoming smile. “What would you like to drink?”
“I’ll take a glass of chardonnay,” she says, and then motions her hand my way. “You remember Eden Goodnight, don’t you, Carmen?”
I immediately recognized Carmen Bakerton as one of my classmates from high school. She was always a lush beauty with dark hair and golden brown skin, and she hasn’t changed much. I smile at her brightly. “Hey, Carmen. You’re looking gorgeous as ever.”
I expect her to smile and graciously accept my compliment, because it was given freely and truthfully. She’s stunning. Instead she just snorts and cocks an eyebrow at me. “What do you want to drink?”
“Um…um,” I stammer, completely taken aback. “Same as Missy.”
Carmen turns to Missy, gives her a perky smile, and says, “Be right back with your drinks and I’ll take your order.”
When she leaves, Missy’s gaze cuts to mine and I can see she’s not astonished over Carmen’s rudeness and knows something I don’t.
“What’s going on—” I start to ask Missy, but we’re interrupted by another female voice.
“I’d heard you came back to town.” I turn and look up to see Ashley Barton glaring at me with her arms folded defensively over her chest. We went to high school together as well, and she’s flanked on either side by two women I also graduated with: Simone Cane and Kerri Hardison. All three women look like they’ve just smelled shit on their shoes from the way they’re looking at me.
“Hello, Ashley,” I say softly, not knowing what else to say. I have no clue what’s going on, and I’m rattled by the hostility from so many people.
“Of course,” Ashley says snidely as she tilts her head to look at Simone, “I’m sure she’s hiding out after that humiliating beatdown in the media from her ex-fiancé. Talk about embarrassing.”
Simone laughs raucously, as does Kerri.
Ashley then turns back to me, her eyes glittering with malice. “Seriously, Eden, you couldn’t keep a man like Brad Wright interested in you. That’s just pathetic.”
“What the hell—” I say, now starting to get pissed.
Even Missy snaps at Ashley, “That’s completely rude.”
Ashley ignores both of us, leaning down toward me. “How do you even have the nerve to show your face in this town?”
“What?” I ask, stunned by the menace in her voice, but my attention is diverted by someone walking up behind Ashley.
Coop.
“You’re a bitch, Eden,” Ashley practically yells at me, her face so close to mine that I can smell alcohol. “A selfish, egotistical bitch and not one person in this town likes you. Get a clue and get out because we don’t want you around.”
Her words are so hateful…so impactful…I can’t sit still while she hovers over me. I shoot up from the booth, causing Ashely to stumble back in surprise. I glance at Coop briefly and see his eyebrows furrowed as he looks back at me.
I then turn to Ashley. “What the fuck is wrong with you people?”
And to Simone I say, “What the hell did I ever do to deserve the treatment I’ve been getting?”
My glance goes to Coop, but I don’t address him. I look at Missy. “Were you just pretending to be my friend?”
Missy looks at me horrified and shakes her head. “No, Eden. Not at all. I’m your—”
I hold up my hand. “Just don’t.”
Missy snaps her mouth shut, but she looks completely distressed. She can’t be as distressed as me, though. My nose stings and my eyes water, and I don’t recall feeling this hurt in a very long time. Not even when I found out that Brad was banging Lilliana.
“I don’t need this shit,” I mutter as I grab my purse. I put my head down so no one can see my face and push in between Ashley and Kerri.
Coop actually steps to the side to let me pass, but his hand reaches out to me.
“Let the bitch go, baby,” I hear Ashley say, and Coop’s hand falls away.
Which is good. I’d probably have gone apeshit on him if he’d touched me, the way I’m feeling right now. It was a punch to my gut for her to call him baby, and I can’t even think of them together for some reason.
I break into a trot and run for the door.