Pain Lived, Love Found 2 by Thalia Lake Read Free Book Online Page B

you the reassurance you need as well so you both can move forward and not let this become a deeper wedge between you.”
    Sandy held her tea in her hand and looked at me, awestruck. “That is some great advice, Sarah, thank you for that. It makes a lot of sense. When I think about what we’ve been arguing about, it’s really stupid. We can both have what we want; we just have to get over our fears and compromise. I’m going take your advice and have us go out to dinner so we can talk about it some more.”
    “You two are perfect for each other. If there’s anyone who can make it and should make it, it’s you and Philip. He’s a good man, Sandy; I don’t need to tell you that.”
    “Thank you for that, and I do know that he’s a good man. I kissed a lot of bull frogs before I finally found him, and I’m not letting him go. He’s my prince,” Sandy stated, as she smiled dreamily behind her mug. “And one day, hopefully soon, you’re going to find your prince too, Sarah. You also deserve to be happy.” Sandy reached out and squeezed my hand, and I gave her a small doubtful smile. “Don’t give me that look. Your day will come Sarah. Just watch,” she reassured.
    “You’re a hopeless romantic,” I smiled.
    “I am, but I know that love often comes when you least expect it. You can fight it all you want, but once the love bug bites you, there’s nothing you can do. Your heart and your emotions take over. I’m a walking testimonial.”
    I don’t know why, but Sandy’s words made me feel unsettled. I couldn’t remember the last time I thought about being in a romantic relationship. When I dated Carter there was nothing romantic about it. It was a relationship of convenience. He provided drugs and a lifestyle. I was his arm candy and bed buddy. I’d never been in love with anyone come to think about it. I’d never allowed myself to be open to feel those emotions. What if Sandy was right? What if love sneaks up on me and bites me and I’m left feeling so out of control that I make a fool of myself? No, I can’t allow that to happen. I’m better off being alone.
    Sandy had changed the subject, thank God, and was now talking about her wedding plans. I shook my head of my disconcerting thoughts and planted a smile on my face as I listened to Sandy get excited about the flowers she chose and the flavor of cake she wanted. I was so happy for her...too bad this would never be me.
    The next day, before it was time for me to get ready for the ball and my mystery client, I was advised that my client would be picking me up at Sandy’s place at seven o’clock sharp.
    Sandy had arranged for her good friends Trevor and Megan to come to the house to do my hair and makeup. Trevor was a phenomenal makeup artist and Megan was Sandy’s longtime hairstylist. Trevor is a petite man standing just a few inches taller than me, but his big personality more than makes up for his lack of height. As expected of a makeup artist, his smooth, mocha-colored skin didn’t have a single blemish and his eyebrows were arched better than Marilyn Monroe’s on her best day. Megan is short and a little on the plump side, but cute as can be. She wears her hair in its natural curly state, and it’s very thick. She colored it a beautiful caramel color that complimented her caramel latte skin tone and brought out the green flecks in her hazel eyes. I felt like a movie star with all the personal attention I was receiving.
    “Let’s see this fabulous dress that Sandy keeps going on and on about. I need to know how much glamorization to give you,” Trevor remarked after he laid out his makeup and equipment. He had everything neatly packed inside of a rolling suitcase. It was amazing to see how much stuff came out of it.
    “Okay!” I squealed happily, as I raced to my bedroom closet to retrieve my dress from the garment bag, and then brought it back to the master bathroom.
    “Yaaaaasss, hunny! I love me some Vera Wang! I know her