Read In Love With My Best Friend Online
Authors: Sheena Binkley
Several days passed, and it was two days before the wedding. After
work, I met up with Charles at Hank’s Emporium to get our tuxes. We
had to see whether the alterations we requested a couple weeks ago
were made and up to our satisfaction.
After what happened with Camille and Chelsea, I had to confide in someone regarding my transgressions. Although Charles understood, he did
give me several I-told-you-so looks throughout the entire conversation.
I sighed when I heard Camille’s name. After our little tryst, neither
Camille nor I had reached out to each other to talk. Instead I pushed
myself into the wedding and spending my time with Chelsea.
“Let me ask you something; when you had these feelings for Camille,
did you ever think about trying to figure out where it would go? Why
didn’t you try to pursue something before you got too caught up with
Chelsea?”
The chime located on the door to the store whistled as the door
opened. Ron walked into the store looking like he was ready for battle.
He gave me a harsh look as he went up to the register to ask for his tux.
Once the employee located his tux, he took it and walked toward us.
“Ron…”
“Save it, Trevor. I always knew something was going on between you
two, but I never told Chelsea because she’s in love with you. If you
want to be with Camille, just do it and save my sister the heartache
before it’s too late.”
I didn’t know what to say after Ron’s statement. I couldn’t say anything
because what he was saying was true. I should end my relationship with
Chelsea, because part of my heart belonged to another woman.
fter a draining day at work, I had to endure another painful
event by helping Chelsea with the bridesmaid dresses. I asked
Tia to come along with me for moral support. She gladly obliged, only
to see if a fight would occur.
To make matters worse, Chelsea’s parents decided to announce her and
Trevor’s wedding in the society section of today’s
Houston Chronicle.
Of
course everyone at work saw the page and wondered why Trevor was
marrying someone else when he was clearly in love with me. I had to
encounter every look today, from sad to sympathetic. Vicky was having a field day with the news, wondering if I paid Trevor to be my date
for the dinner party. Before I had the impulse to slap her senseless, I
decided to call it a day and go home.
While I waited for Tia to come outside, I stared at the beautiful blue
sky, wondering how things got to this point. How did the one person I
considered my very best friend suddenly become a distant memory? I
began to wipe away the tears that suddenly landed on my cheek. Since
last seeing Trevor this week, all I had done was cry. Now I was tired
of crying.
Twenty minutes later and we were at Sam’s Bridal looking at the bridesmaid dresses Chelsea ordered online. Since the wedding color scheme
was cream and white, all the bridesmaid dresses were cream-colored.
While Chelsea’s other bridesmaids were trying on their dresses, Chelsea,
Tia, and I were sitting down near the store mirrors, going over the details for the combined bachelor/bachelorette party.
“Well, since the party is going to be held at the lake house, I was wondering if we could get a decorator to come out and spruce up the
place,” Chelsea said.
“I know, but I just want it to be special. This is all so exciting, and the
fact that this is the last time I’m getting married, I want everything to
be extra perfect.”
A forced smile spread across my lips as I looked at Chelsea; Chelsea
looked at me with the same smile. I wondered if she was being excited
about the whole thing or actually trying to rub it in that she was marrying Trevor.
“Oh please, Camille, I’ve seen the way you look at Trevor from the
time we were roommates to now. Even when I saw you at his place
Monday, I knew what was going on. Him in his boxers and you wearing
his shirt; it’s obvious.”
“I think you would because you want Trevor to be happy. You want to
be the good best friend and still stay in his good graces. Well, I have
news for you. Once Trevor and I say ‘I do,’ you can bet that you will no
longer be in his life. Not after I’m done with you.”
I sighed as Tia gave me an assuring smile and went back to the front
of the store.
When we arrived back to the bridal party, Chelsea had a dress in her
hand, which I was assuming was my maid of honor dress.
She handed it to me with a huge grin plastered on her face. I stared
at it as if she lost her mind. Tia tried hard not to laugh at the dress
in front of her. Although the dress was cream-colored like the other
bridesmaid dresses, the cut and style were completely different and it
was very unflattering to my body type. In other words, the dress was
heinous.
While she walked away in self-satisfaction, I nodded my head knowing
what my next move would be. Tia gave me a smile as she knew all too
well the expression I had on my face.
After the verbal beat down between Chelsea and me, I decided to
go home, head straight to my bed and remain there until the next
day. Now I was at The Corinthian for Trevor and Chelsea’s wedding
rehearsal, wondering if I could go back home and repeat the entire
process. I wanted Tia to come with me, but she opted not to, telling me
she would meet me at the bachelor/bachelorette party later.
I assumed Chelsea chose the venue for its beautiful ballroom and
historic scenery. Although the place was breathtaking, it was fine for
Chelsea, but I would have preferred an outdoor wedding.
As I watched Trevor and Chelsea talking to her parents, I got the sense
that Trevor didn’t want to be here as much as I didn’t. He seemed sad
as he began to stare at the vaulted ceiling.
I looked at Charles’s golden brown complexion and gave him a sideways
glance. “I’m not, Charles. Tre made his choice and I support him.”
“Do you really? Just to let you know, Tre is pretty miserable too. He
thinks the friendship is ruined.”
“I told him it’s not. It’s just going to take some time to process the fact
that we crossed the line. Something we shouldn’t have done in the first
place.”
Trevor looked over to where Charles and I were standing. Our eyes
locked, giving each other the same expression. Chelsea noticed the exchange between us. She rolled her eyes as she took Trevor’s hand and
walked him over to the minister.
The wedding rehearsal wasn’t entirely awful, as we practiced the routine of the wedding and the positions everyone would be in tomorrow.
The two decided not to recite their vows, as they wanted to say them in
front of their guests at the wedding. While Chelsea laid on the charm
very thick, Trevor was the complete opposite, acting as if he was going to his funeral instead of his wedding. I didn’t know if anyone else
noticed his behavior, but I could definitely see that what happened
between us was tearing him apart.
Before everyone headed to Chelsea’s parents’ lake house for the party, Chelsea’s parents held the rehearsal dinner in a private room at
Maggiano’s Little Italy, located near Galleria Houston. I remembered
Trevor telling me this was one of the couple’s favorite restaurants, so it
was only fitting that they would have their rehearsal dinner here.
While I was sitting down eating lasagna, I noticed Chelsea walking in
with a huge smile on her face. Just the sight of her being all gooey-eyed
made me want to puke. She headed straight to my table and took a seat
beside me.
“You wish. I decided to bring a guest for you to the wedding. I figured
it’s high time you moved on from your obsession with my fiancé with
someone new, or in this case, someone from your past.”
I rolled my eyes, wondering what Chelsea could possibly be talking
about. I looked over at the table near mine and saw Trevor sitting
down with his parents. He looked at me and gave me a sad smile. I
smiled back at him as I tried to hold back a fresh batch of tears.
Chelsea opened the door to the private room and smiled at the small
group of guests gathered inside.