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Beatrice sat at a small table in the back of a cafe, the same cafe she had been at months ago when she found out Ava had gotten engaged. She swirled her coffee around as she thought back. She thought about it often and how it hurt, but she was trying her hardest to move on.
She had been on a few dates here and there with different people, but she knew she couldn’t be in a relationship right now because she’d only be leading on the person she’d be with while she only thought about one person.
It was sad and Beatrice knew that, she wished she could just forget Ava, but she always found herself scrolling through her Instagram or her Facebook and reading posts about how much Ava loved her fiancee or what food she was eating that day.
She didn’t get to think long about it because soon she was pulled from her thoughts as a chair was pulled out in front of her. Looking up, she met eyes with Camila. She hadn’t seen many of her friends in weeks, only meeting with them a few days out of the months. Camila was the exception to that, but only because she’d come to Beatrice.
Camila sat down with her own coffee, “Hey.” She said softly, a small smile on her face. Beatrice forced her own smile for Camila’s sake before responding quietly, “Hi.”
Camila let out a sigh asking, “How are you doing?” and Beatrice shrugged slightly, “I’m doing fine. My mother offered me a job if I wanted to come back home.” She said, knowing it was going to come as a shock to Camila. Beatrice’s mother lived two hours away from town.
Camila gasped, “Are you going, Bea? I thought you didn’t get along with your mother well?” Beatrice nodded and then offered another shrug, “I don’t usually, but it could be a nice change of scenery and it’d help me get away from here for a while.” Both of the girls knew exactly what Beatrice was talking about getting away from and it wasn’t the place. Silence filled the air as both of them sat in thought.
Beatrice could feel nervousness from the other girl and began to grow curious at what exactly she was doing there. She furrowed her brows as she stared at the other girl, who was smiling sheepishly at her. Finally, curiosity got the best of her, “What is it, Camila? Why are you looking at me like that?”
Camila released a sigh before saying, “Well… I have something for you. Everybody thought I should be the one to give it to you.” Beatrice noticed Camila was now nervously fiddling with the napkin that sat under her cup on the table. She had a feeling she knew exactly what was coming, “Well, what is it?”
Camila reached into her pocket and pulled out an envelope that she laid on the table between them. The handwriting was something she would recognize anywhere as she read her name scrawled across the outside of the envelope. She looked up at Camila, “Are you serious?
Camila let out what sounded like a squeak before responding, “Ava asked me to give it to you. She really misses you Bea and she wants you to be at the wedding. She’d really like it if you’d be in it even.” Beatrice laughed a laugh that held no humor as she stood from her seat.
“I’ve got to go call my mother,” Beatrice said with an ice-cold tone. Camila frowned at that, “Bea I-..” Beatrice cut her off before she could say any more, “Goodbye, Camila.”
Camila sighed, “See you later, Bea.”