It was an odd collaboration, but the flowing sculpture looked amazing transplanted in the cafe. All of them kept staring at it: Jeanne, Eliza and Ingrid.
It was the first time since Rafe proposed to Ingrid, that they were not all staring at the diamond on Ingrid’s finger. Even Karys and Sabrina was obsessed with the ring, and they had not even seen it in person. But even brighter than the ring, was Ingrid.
Ingrid who Jeanne had spotted with Rafe at Eliza’s apartment making love during a storm. Ingrid decided to come clean to Eliza about her relationship with Rafe, when Eliza was stronger after her accident.
Eliza was on the road to recovery now, looking at her you would never have guessed that she was in a car accident. She did not walk with the limp that she had been walking with, and she was a lot less bandaged. She had been gracious, as Ingrid told her about her love affair, and that Rafe had proposed to her.
Ingrid glowed like some sort of radiation, she was so completely in love with Rafe. Eliza sat beside Ingrid, and caressed the lemon on the edge of her water glass. Jeanne looked at Eliza, wondering if she was as okay with the situation she had been presented.
A few weeks ago, Eliza was in an accident and now her fiance who she had been broken up with for less than a year was getting married to the nurse who had taken care of her.
But Ingrid was lovely, and neither of them could being themselves to really dislike her. She was pretty, and in love with Rafe.
“It does not feel weird to me that you and Rafe are getting married,” Eliza mused, staring at the sculpture installation. “It does mot feel weird to me because I feel so different about everything than I did a few months ago.
Everyone makes mistakes in love, Jeanne mused silently. She had made her own share, and Eliza had made hers. Ingrid had surely made hers as well. Hopefully you ended up somewhere where you were so blinded by the future, the past was a lost shadow.
Eliza was in a place where she did not seem to care about love. Her engagement had wrangled love out of her.
Ingrid lived off of it.
Jeanne craved it, she wanted it but she was not sure she believed in it or if it would it sustain her.
The three of them suddenly looked at each other.
“Cheers!” Ingrid said gleefully, alive and not anything like the beautiful flowing sculpture beside her.
She was alive.
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Some women are radiant in love. Eliza has been through a lot so love would be the last thing on my mind.
exactly! currently she has been through a lot mentally and physically…
I like this turn of events, like that Eliza is so composed and seems to gave grown a deeper sense of self because of the accident.
Rebel xox
i am glad that you like this one Marie—posting the continuation tonight!