"Thanks," was all Nicole could manage to say.
She didn't want to wear the dress but she didn't have many other options as it was the least flamboyant of the outfits that Evette had in her closet. The dress was a vibrant swirl of pinks and blues, something that Nicole would never have chosen for herself.
Evette's dark blonde hair and sunkissed skin could carry off such colours, but Nicole's fair complexion would be completely washed out.
She slipped the dress on over her head and did a little twirl in front of the mirror. It was a touch too loose for her but that was the style of the dress anyway.
"It suits you," Evette smiled indulgently at Nicole.
"Does it really?" Nicole asked doubtfully.
"Absolutely, it's much prettier on you than those buttoned up trouser suits and jackets you usually wear and the blue brings out the colour of your eyes."
Nicole blushed at her sister's compliment.
"What about shoes?" she asked nervously.
"Pop these on." Evette placed a pair of black open-toed sandals with diamante detail at her sister's feet.
Nicole slipped them on easily and managed to suppress a groan at their lack of heel. She usually never wore anything less than a three inch stiletto heel. She hadn't been blessed with her sister's height and stood only five feet tall in her bare feet. Luckily the two sisters had the same shoe size.
"Now all you need is my hair and makeup expertise and you'll be like a new woman."
Nicole briefly considered declining her sister's offer but decided that she may as well succumb. She sat quietly while Evette worked her magic.
She evened out Nicole's complexion with a light application of concealer and tinted moisturiser. Then she dusted some bronzing powder across her sister's face and brushed pink blusher onto the apples of her pale cheeks. She finished off her makeup with a pale pink lipstick and clear gloss.
Then she set to work on Nicole's hair, twisting and pulling it until it lay in soft layers and curls around her face.
"Dah-dah." Evette handed Nicole a mirror.
"I'm starting to look human again." Nicole smiled slowly at her reflection.
Her dark circles had "disappeared" and the curls softened the sharp angles of her face. She had to admit that her sister certainly had a magic touch.
"You look beautiful," Evette squeezed her sister's arm encouragingly. "Now, we really must get going."
Chapter 3
"Excuse me. Sorry, coming through." Evette pushed her way through the crowded pub.
Nicole followed close behind her.
It was a typically busy Friday evening at Evette's local pub, O' Carolan's.The place was absolutely thronged and buzzing with after-work revellers, who were happy to have left the office drudgery behind them for the weekend.
Evette made her way towards the back of the pub and was suddenly enveloped in a bear hug by a very tall handsome man.
"Ok, Ben, thank you, that's enough." Evette laughed as she tried to disentangle herself from his muscular arms.
"Ben, this is my sister, Nicole. Nicole, this is Ben."
"Hi, Ben, it's nice to meet you." Nicole held out her hand in a stiff greeting.
"You're very formal, aren't you?" Ben smiled, his perfect teeth flashing white in his tanned face.
He kissed Nicole's hand, which made her blush involuntarily.
"Ben, is an incorrigible flirt," Evette looked at her sister apologetically. "Where are the others hiding themselves, Benny?"
"They're sitting by the fire in the corner, as usual. Liv's been here since five o' clock. She's drinking whiskey already."
"Oh, dear," Evette smiled.
"What are you ladies having to drink?" Ben asked.
"I'll have a white wine spritzer, please," Nicole replied.
"Ev, are you having your usual?"
"Yes, the usual. Thanks Ben."
"Evie! It's been too long!" A petite woman with long, dark curly hair jumped up from her seat by the fire when she spotted Evette approaching.
"We had lunch together yesterday," Evie grinned at her friend.
"Exactly, it's been more than twenty four hours since I've seen you, much too long. Sit down here next to me. I've saved a space for you."
Evette and Nicole squeezed into the corner together.
"This must be your sister," the petite woman said as she made room for Nicole.
"How rude of me." Evette smiled around the little group. "Everyone, this is my sister Nicole. Nicole, this is everyone. You'll get to know their names, eventually."
Nicole managed to force a smile at the three happy faces that beamed across the table at her. She was feeling quite overwhelmed at being confronted by so many people. She'd been closeted in the safety of the apartment for too long and it was strange to be out in the world again.
"I'm Olivia, but my friends call me Liv," the petite woman sitting beside her held out her hand.
Liv had one of those faces that technically was not remotely beautiful, but nonetheless was indescribably very attractive. Her eyes were set too far apart, her nose was slightly crooked and her mouth was almost too wide for her small, narrow face, yet there was a joyousness about her that utterly redeemed her.
"I'm Jack, but my friends call me Jack." Jack raised his glass in a toast to her.
He was handsome in an unconventional way, with short light brown hair and intelligent grey eyes. He had a kind face which immediately endeared him to Nicole. She smiled at him and he smiled warmly back at her. His eyes held her gaze for a moment.
"Hi, I'm Sarah," the other woman leaned across the table to shake Nicole's hand, her arm jangling with a multitude of bracelets and bangles.
Nicole was quite startled by the strength of Sarah's firm handshake. She reminded Nicole of someone, but she couldn't quite think who.
She had long blonde hair which looked like it needed a good brushing. Her hair hung loose around her shoulders and she kept pushing her too-long fringe out of her eyes. She had piercing blue eyes, framed with long, dark eyelashes and she wore very little if any makeup. She really was strikingly pretty.
"It's nice to meet you all," Nicole smiled shyly around the group.
"One red wine and one white wine spritzer as requested."
Ben arrived back at their table and carefully deposited a tray which was loaded with glasses.
The friends quickly resumed their chatter and bantering back and forth while Nicole smiled and slowly sipped her wine. She was glad for the distraction of the conversation around her. She didn't feel like saying very much, but she had to admit to herself that it was a welcome relief to be out in public again. She knew she'd spent enough time wallowing on her sister's sofa.
“Penny for them,” Jack said gently, interrupting Nicole's thoughts.
“Sorry,” she smiled apologetically. “I'm not very good company at the moment.”
“You looked like you were lost in your own little world there,” Jack continued ooking at her thoughtfully.
He really has the kindest eyes, Nicole noticed distractedly. They were a very light silver-grey colour, framed with long, thick black lashes, which most women would have killed for. His gaze was direct and unflinching, while at the same time full of compassion and warmth. She found herself gazing back at him.
She coughed. “I suppose you could say that I am a bit lost at the moment,” she agreed.
“Yeah, Ev told us what happened,” Jack patted her hand sympathetically. “You're better off without him. At least you found out what he's really like sooner, rather than later.”
“Are you talking in cliches again, Jack?” Liv punched him playfully on the arm, as she casually eavesdropped on their conversation.
“Probably,” Jack laughed, taking a long gulp of his refreshingly cold beer.
“What kind of a man dumps his fiance at the altar?” Sarah suddenly joined in the conversation. “If he didn't want to marry you, could he not have told you in private, that morning? I don't know how you're still
standing. The embarrassment would have killed me.”
“Succinctly and bluntly phrased, as always, Sarah,” Ben said sarcastically.
Ev glared at her friend, willing her to shut up.
Nicole could feel the familiar lump rising in her throat as silence descended on the little group. She was tired of being the centre of attention for all the wrong reasons. She didn't know how much longer she could stand everyone's pitying, sympathetic glances.
She prayed that she wouldn't start crying again, not in public. She'd had quite enough public humiliation for one lifetime. She wracked her brains for something to say, anything to break the deafening silence.
“I'm going for a cigarette,” Jack said eventually, as if he was reading her mind. “Would you like to join me, Nicole?”
“Sure.”
“Would you like a Marlboro?” Jack offered Nicole once they were standing outside in the smoking area.
“Thanks,” she took one of his cigarettes, grateful for the distraction.
She noticed how strong and calloused his hands were as he lit her cigarette. They stood in companionable silence for several moments, breathing in the cold night air. The low hum from inside the pub added a pleasant background noise.
“I'm sorry about earlier,” Jack said in between puffs.
“There's no need to apologise,” Nicole insisted.
“Sarah can be very direct. She tends to say what's on her mind without thinking of the consequences, but she really is one of the best people I know.”
“There's nothing wrong with honesty,” Nicole sighed. “I wish I'd had more of it in my life, maybe I wouldn't be in the mess I'm in right now.”
“You seem quite sane to me, considering,” Jack teased.
“I'm not, trust me. I feel completely insane at the moment.”
“Uh-oh, you're not turning into a psycho man-killer, are you?” he asked as he dramatically took two steps away from her.
“Not yet, you're safe enough for now,” she laughed, in spite of herself. “I'm too busy crying and feeling sorry for myself to muster up enough anger to kill anyone yet.”
“Yet,” Jack teased. “It sounds ominous.”
“I feel very sad and empty. My whole life and everything I've ever believed has come crashing down around me and I didn't even do anything wrong. I keep asking myself over and over again if I did anything to deserve this but I can't understand why it happened.
It's Paul's fault, but he's not suffering. He has literally ruined my life and he's happily continuing with his life and a brand new girlfriend.”
“He has a new girlfriend, already?” Jack asked incredulously.
“Well, I assume he's upgraded her status from mistress to girlfriend by now,” Nicole said bitterly.
“They won't last long."
“How can you be so sure?”
“What man in his right mind would have a serious relationship with his mistress?” Jack said emphatically. “It makes it even worse that she was sleeping with her best friend's fiance. It's a double betrayal, and Paul will always wonder if he can ever fully trust her. She'll only ever be his bit on the side.”
“They deserve each other,” Liv said, suddenly joining them.
“I wish you wouldn't sneak up on us like that,” Jack scolded his friend.
“I can't help it if I'm light on my feet,” Liv protested, chuckling as she stole one of Jack's cigarettes. “Anyway, Nicole, you can do a lot better than that idiot you were going to marry.”
“He's not an idiot,” Nicole found herself defending her ex-fiance.
“Ev says he's an idiot. She never liked him,” Liv continued. “No offence or anything, Nicole, but any man who dumps a woman at the altar is a lot worse than an idiot.”
“I wish everyone would stop saying “dumped.” It makes me feel like a bag of rubbish,” Nicole protested.
“Sorry,” Liv hiccupped. “I think I might have had a teeny tiny bit too much to drink. My mouth tends to run away with me after a few whiskeys. Forget about Paul, Nicole. You'll have no problem finding another man. You're almost as gorgeous as me and I have to chase the men away.”
She laughed hysterically at her own joke.
“I don't want any other man. I only wanted Paul and he quite clearly didn't want me. I wonder if he ever wanted me.”
Nicole finally broke down into the tears that had been threatening for most of the evening.
“I have to get out of here,” she sniffed as she walked back into the pub, leaving Jack and Liv staring after her in bewilderment.
She marched straight up to the bar man, pushing agitatedly through the packed bodies.
"Watch it!" one woman snapped at her as Nicole knocked against her, making her spill some of her drink.
Nicole ignored her and placed her order at the bar.
"I'll have a double whiskey and coke please, easy on the coke," she demanded from the bar man.
"Coming right up," he said as he winked flirtatiously at her.
She rolled her eyes dismissively and downed the drink in a few quick gulps, coughing a little as the harshness of the whiskey hit her throat hard.
"I’d like another please."
"Whatever you say," and a few minutes later she'd demolished another glass.
"Ahh, there it is," she said aloud to nobody in particular as the warmth of the whiskey enveloped her, helping to calm her addled mind.
She sighed deeply, letting the worries and let-downs slowly ease away.
"Another," she ordered shortly.
"Are you sure?" The barman hesitated this time, noticing how pink her face had turned.
"I'm absolutely positive, thank you. I've never been surer of anything in my life."
"Fine." He quickly placed another whiskey in front of her.
She took her glass and made her way back outside. She wasn't really in the mood for company and the pub was too packed. Her brain felt even more addled than before she'd left the safety of her sister's apartment.
There were a few smokers outside, chatting easily and enjoying their cigarettes. It was peaceful out there. Nicole found a fairly quiet bench in the corner and sat herself down, relaxing properly for the first time that evening. It was good to be alone at last. She breathed in the cool September night air. The days were still quite warm but the night temperatures had dropped significantly recently.
She wrapped her sister's cardigan tighter around her body for warmth and shoved her hands into the deep pockets. She looked up at the dark, night sky and lost herself for a moment in the beauty of the twinkling stars.
"The plough," she whispered, as she traced the outline of the stars with her finger.
Nicole focused on her breathing as her yoga instructor had taught her.
"I miss my yoga classed," she thought to herself. "I miss my old life. I miss my friends and I especially miss Paul."
She didn't want to love him anymore but it was difficult to switch off her feelings for him. She sniffed loudly and took a long swig of her drink.
"I will not cry," she said. "I will not cry again."
"It's good to cry, you know." Nicole swung around too fast and fell off the bench, landing awkwardly on her butt.
"What is it with you people and your sneaking around!" Nicole yelled at Sarah.
""You people" is a very derogatory term," Sarah responded curtly as she helped Nicole up off the ground.
"You nearly frightened the living daylights out of me!" Nicole protested.
"Well, I didn't mean to scare you. I decided to come and look for you. Jack and Liv told us how upset you were earlier and I felt bad that you might be wandering around out here on your own. Ev thought you'd gone back to hers. I said I'd have a quick look for you first."
"Oh, I see," Nicole replied, calming down a little. "Thanks."
"I'm sorry I scared you."
"I'm sorry I yelled," Nicole smiled sheepishly.
"Fancy a cigarette?"
"I really shouldn't," Nicole tried to resist. "
This is the second cigarette I've smoked this evening."
"What a rebel! One or two every now and then won't hurt you too much," Sarah said as she lit up.
"Actually, scientists say that one cigarette can take eleven minutes off your life."
"Interesting," Sarah said, not sounding the least bit interested as she blew puffs of smoke into perfectly round circles in the air in front of her face.
Nicole took a cigarette anyway, in spite of her protests.
There was something about Sarah that made her feel unsure of herself. She made her feel like she was a silly little girl, even though Nicole was fairly sure that she was the older of the two. Sarah emanated confidence and self-assurance, two qualities which Nicole knew she certainly didn't have at the moment. Her confidence and self-esteem were at an all-time low.
"May I ask you something, Nicole?" Sarah asked.
"Go ahead," Nicole said hesitantly, part of her dreaded to think what the question might be, but another part was fascinated.
Sarah was such a direct, forceful character. Nicole didn't know her very well but she could feel her inner strength. She had the magical feeling that she and Sarah would become good friends.
Although Sarah was around the same age as Nicole, maybe even a few years younger, Sarah seemed very wise. Nicole got the impression that the other woman had overcome some trauma or hurt in her life, as there was a lingering sadness in her eyes.
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