Not that Hazel noticed. She was every bit as hung up on her married guy as I was hung up on Ry. And I was hardly in a position to judge. I was so rattled with an emotional hangover from the night before that I felt nauseous. But I was determined to pretend that nothing was wrong. And incredibly, that morning, the girl I saw in the mirror smiling back at me looked perfectly fine. My hair was still full from wearing it up the night before. My favorite sundress looked pretty against my summer tan. So long as I kept my new sunglasses on, nobody would ever guess my heart was broken. It’s amazing just how much protection a pretty little nothing affords. Guys rarely understand that we don’t just shop for fun. We shop for armor. “Grant this,” and “Grant that,” Hazel was saying. (Grant, I realized, was Mr. Bow-tie and Glasses from the wedding where I’d first met Ry.) Grant was tall, bald and handsome. He knew exactly how to touch her. They talked every night for hours and hours and no one had ever made her feel this way in her entire life… For a long time I tried not to say too much of anything, letting my friend talk it out.
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