Jul
2023

Part 33: “A Captivating Dance”

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“I’m fine, thank you,” Trisha reassured Sid. “I almost stumbled over a bump on the floor, but thankfully I managed to avoid it.”

Sid nodded in understanding, a playful laugh escaping his lips. “We wouldn’t want any accidents, would we?” he replied, taking hold of Trisha’s hand. “Allow me to guide you to the dance floor safely.”

Trisha’s breath was caught in her throat. The electricity between them was overwhelming, leaving her unable to find her voice. She was grateful for the dimmed lights since her cheeks flushed as her heart raced.

To Trisha’s surprise, they danced together throughout the night. She had expected just one dance, but fate had other plans. Then, a dreadful announcement reached her ears.

“Ladies and gentlemen, you’ve been an incredible audience. Give yourselves a round of applause and find your partner for the last dance of the night. Here’s my favorite song by Ed Sheeran, ‘Darling, you look perfect tonight.'”

As Trisha turned to head back to their table, Sid gently grasped her hand. “Please dance with me,” he pleaded with demanding yet tender eyes. Was it her imagination, or did she sense a hint of distance? A shiver ran down her spine as she felt Sid’s warm breath against her ear. “You’re an amazing dancer,” he whispered. “I’ve had a wonderful time tonight.”

A shy smile graced Trisha’s lips as she replied, barely audibly, “So have I.”

When the song ended, they walked back to their seats in silence, lost in their thoughts. “Excuse me for a moment,” Sid said abruptly.

Fan walked towards Trisha with a smile. “We’ll take you home. No need to call a taxi,” Fan assured Trisha, giving her hand a comforting squeeze.

“Thank you, Fan. You both have been amazing. Are you sure about this? I don’t want to impose,” Trisha replied gratefully, considering their offer.

“Absolutely sure,” Fan’s husband said, his gaze shifting between them. He smiled and turned to his wife. “I could use some water before we leave. Would you like some too?”

Trisha nodded, her eyes catching sight of Sid approaching her. He took a seat, his eyes locked with hers. “I had a wonderful night, thank you,” he said sincerely.

Trisha returned his gaze, her heart fluttering. “I did too.”

It felt like Sid had more to say, but an awkward pause lingered between them. Trisha was relieved when Fan and her husband returned.

“Well, I should leave. It was nice meeting you. Sid said, standing up and shaking their hands, his grasp on Trisha’s hand lingering for a moment too long. He turned and disappeared into the darkness, almost colliding with Meghan.

“You look flustered,” Fan remarked. “Is everything all right?” she asked Meghan.

“You won’t believe what just happened,” Meghan exclaimed, her eyes wide with astonishment. “You know Jen, April’s friend, the woman seated at our table? Her husband’s name is Pete, I think.”

Fan chuckled. “How could we forget her? She’s quite peculiar. But Pete, he’s a nice guy. He truly adores his wife, although I’m unsure if the feeling is mutual. There’s something about her, something I can’t quite put my finger on.”

“Yes,  she is the one,” Meghan confirmed, nodding.

Fan smiled knowingly. “She made advances towards my husband when he went to the restroom. I wasn’t supposed to tell you,” she whispered.

Trisha stared at them in disbelief. “She did? That woman has absolutely no respect! What did she say to him?”

Fan chuckled again. “She asked him if he was as bored as she was and suggested they walk through the garden for some ‘fun’ together.”

“What?” Trisha and Meghan exclaimed simultaneously, their voices filled with disbelief.

Meghan turned to Fan; the confusion was evident in her eyes. “And what did he say to her?”

“He simply walked away, ignoring her for the rest of the night, and so did I,” Fan replied, a hint of satisfaction in her voice.

“Well, it seems she found another target,” Meghan revealed. “Her husband caught her red-handed, kissing the groom’s cousin.”


Jul
2023

Part 32: “Rendezvous on the Dance Floor”

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“Yes, ma’am.” Trisha looked around and saw that Meera and Fran’s husband were in deep conversation with Sid. The men had shifted to a standing cocktail table. Trisha noticed the uncomfortable look on Pete’s face. He was listening to the discussion and sipping on his glass of whiskey.

Pete smiled when she approached the table. “Are you joining us?” He said with a genuine smile.

Trisha shook her head. “No, I am just the messenger. Chris, Meera wants to go home,” she said to Meera’s husband.” 

“Gentlemen, it was nice talking to you.” He took out his wallet and gave Sid his business card. “We are calling it a night.” He looked at Sid. “It was nice meeting you. Do give me a call when you’re in the neighbourhood. I would love to carry on this conversation. Or maybe we could do lunch.”

Sid took the business card and took a look at it. “I will give you a call soon.”

Pete looked around like he had been stung by a bee.  “Has anyone seen my wife?”

“She was sitting next to Meera,” said Trisha.

Pete looked at the table. “I don’t see her.  I better go looking for her.”

They all walked back toward their seats. Meera stood up and hugged each of her friends. “Ladies, take care of yourself. Trisha, call the taxi ahead of time; I don’t want you to wander around here all alone.”

I will mom…

Trisha smiled. “I will, Mom.”

“We will ensure that she arrives home safely,” Fran said.

 “I don’t know about you,” said Fan’s husband, “but we are off to the dance floor. We are free birds, no kids.” He smiled and took Fan by the hand.

 “Your friends are very nice. You are lucky.” Sid looked at Trisha with a smile.

“Thank you. Unfortunately, we don’t see each other that much anymore. All three of my friends are married with kids.”

Sid smiled. “I know what you mean. Almost all of my friends have settled down. I am the last one.”

Trisha looked at the guests who were enjoying themselves on the dance floor. She was aware of the awkward silence and tension between them. 

A Serendipitous Invitation

 “Shall we dance?”

Trisha turned her face and looked pleased at Sid. She wanted to stand up and hold his hand while walking to the dance floor,  to show off with ‘Mr. Eye Candy. She couldn’t believe her ears, ‘the georgisness’ himself asked Trisha to dance with him.

Trisha looked at Sid with a smile. “Yes,” she blurted in a cheerful voice. “Too much champagne Trisha,” said her inner voice. “He is not asking you to marry him. He is asking you to dance with him.”

 “Shall we?”  

She felt her knees getting weak while they walked to the dance floor. Trisha was afraid she would fall and grabbed Sid’s’ arm.

Feeling her tight grip, Sid looked at her. “Are you ok?”


May
2023

Part 31: “Only pigs pile up their plates….”

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Trisha carefully returned to the table and saw Jen sitting next to Meera. When she noticed Trisha, she gave her a broad smile.

“I was wondering where you were.” She said, looking at the plate Trisha was holding in her hand.

Trisha smiled. “That is so sweet of you.” She handed the plate to Meera and said, “You will not believe what someone at the buffet said to me?”

“That you are beautiful?” said Fan. “You are glowing. You look gorgeous!”

Trisha shook her head. “Thank you, and no, that is not what someone told me. Someone told me that only pigs pile up their plates.”

Meera looked at the plates before her, picked up a chocolate strawberry, and took a bite. While chewing on her strawberry, she said, “I assume that this someone was a woman. No…noo…she must have been a woman.” She popped the last piece of strawberry into her mouth. “You know, we women are nasty creatures. Why can’t we be nice to each other? Only a woman can make such a nasty comment. The glass ceiling exists because ofevil womenen. So it was a woman, and she was, let me guess… skinny?”

Trisha nodded. “Yes.” Although Meera was only a year older than her, Trisha felt as if she was the older sister she never had.

Meera picked up an éclair and took a bite. She chewed with her eyes closed. “This is so good.” She opened her eyes again. “That woman must be one skinny unhappy bitch. Please don’t take offense; she must be hangry. I don’t get it. If they want to be miserable by not eating, why do they want us to be miserable.” She took a deep sigh and looked at the plate. “I am stuffed. It would be a waste to throw this away.” Meera looked around and waved at the waiter. She said something in his ear and stroked her belly. The waiter looked amused at her.

“No need to napkin this; I will bring you a box so that you will have a midnight snack, ma‘am, and a finger bowl.”

“Thank you,” said Meera, doting.

“How can you eat like that,” said Jen. She looked disgusted at Meera.

“Ooh, it is easy. You just put it in your mouth and chew. And you keep going till you feel satisfied.”

The waiter came back with the box. Meera opened it and carefully put the leftovers in the box as if filling a treasure box. “Looking forward to eating you babies tonight,” she said with a big smile. She closed the box and looked at Jen. “You sound like that woman Trisha bumped into at the snack buffet.” Meera held her baby bump, “I think I will give birth to a boxer. It is time to leave. Trisha, could you be so kind as to get my husband for me?”


Mar
2023

Part 30: “Let me tell you a secret…”

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“Let me tell you a secret, Trisha. Men don’t like curvy women. They like slim women, like, well, like me.” She tilted her head and looked at Trisha with a smile.


“You know, Sid is interested in me. I can tell.”


Trisha looked stunned at Jen. What was she talking about?

“Don’t be a naïve duck,” Jen continued with a big smile while she took a strawberry from the buffet and put it in her mouth.


“You know…men like Sid. They like the company of a somewhat more mature woman.” She looked at Trisha from head to toe. “They won’t tell, but I know how these men are. Young, slick, and handsome entrepreneurs… like Sid. They like having women beside them who are or look like models.” Jen said the last sentence softly as if she were sharing a secret with her. “I wonder if he has a six-pack.” She took a sip from her glass of champagne which she was holding in her hand. “Maybe I should get under his shirt or, even better, in his pants. I wonder what kind of boxers he is wearing.” Jen looked dreamy at her glass of champagne and sighed deeply.


Trisha didn’t know where this conversation was going. She decided not to say anything and scooped up some strawberries.


“Trisha, Trisha, look at you. I can tell that you are not his type. You are curvy, and on top of that, your skin colour. It doesn’t match his skin tone. Don’t you think so? He is light-skinned, and you are what, milky chocolate brown.” Jen laughed with pressed lips. “Let me tell you a secret. When I was growing up, we had Indian neighbours. One of those girls was a friend of mine. A beautiful light-skinned girl who fell in love with a boy who was a few shades darker than she was.” She looked dramatically at Trisha and took a sip from her champagne. “I think he was the same shade as you are if I remember it well. I don’t have to tell you what happened, right? Ooh, hmmm, just in case, let me tell you that it was not a they all lived happily after all. Jen took another sip from her champagne. “Well, I better leave you to it.” She looked at Trisha’s plate. “My mom used to say that only pigs pile up their plates.” She looked disgusted at Trisha, gave her a wicked smile, and slowly turned around and walked away confidently.


Trisha watched as Jen walked to the bar holding the plate with both hands. She looked perfect in her red spaghetti dress with a high side slit. The dress was most definitely a size 6. Her expensive shoes and handbag complemented her look. Trisha had to admit she looked gorgeous.


Jan
2023

Part 29: “If only you weren’t married…”

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Trisha’s head was spinning. She tried to keep her tears back. It would be rude to refuse him, wouldn’t it? Besides, what else was there to do? She kept quiet and nodded, afraid that Sid might hear that she was on the edge of crying. They both walked side by side to the dance floor. Sid put his hand on her upper back and took her right hand. Trisha put her hand on his shoulders. His perfume smelled masculine and sweet, which made her heart beat faster. She could feel his hand on her back which gave her a tingly feeling. She felt butterflies in her stomach and forgot all about her tears. 

“You are a great dancer, Trisha,” Sid looked into her eyes.

 “Thank you,” she said in a soft voice. She noticed that his eyes were calm and gentle. His smile was to die for, and his eyes sparkled.

From the corner of her eyes, Trisha noticed Jen staring at them. She didn’t look amused. Trisha could see the fire in the woman’s eyes which gave her the chills. Jen pressed her perfectly painted red lips together and looked away, giving her a side-eye. The song ended, and Sid thanked Trisha for the dance. She smiled at him, and they both walked back to their table. Trisha excused herself and walked towards the lady’s room. She needed to be alone. When Trisha entered the lady’s room, she was glad to find out that no one was there. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. “Get a hold of yourself, Trisha,” said her inner voice. She opened the tap and washed her hands with cold water, hoping it would calm her.

 She strolled back and saw Jen standing beside Sid. “Sid darling, I would love to dance with you,” she said in a sulking tone, pushing her breast forward. Sid leaned backward and then stood up. He did not look amused. Trisha could hear that Jen had too much wine. She looked at Peter, who looked embarrassed at his wife.

Sid gave her a broad smile. “If only you weren’t married. I don’t dance with a married woman who doesn’t belong to my inner circle. I am sorry, Jen.”

Jen’s head turned red, but she quickly recomposed herself. “You truly are a gentleman! We don’t see many of your species around. If you all will excuse me,” she said with a forced smile.

“Jen, darling, shall we get going?”

Jen looked at her husband with a doting smile “the party has just started, darling! I know people your age need to get to bed early, but I want to enjoy life. After all, I am still young.”

Pete nodded and took a sip from his water. He looked small, although he was a big man. Trisha felt sorry for the way Jen treated Pete. She couldn’t help herself thinking whether Jen loved Pete or did she marry him for money. “Don’t go there,” said her inner voice “he is a grown man. He knows what he is doing.”

“That is what you get when you marry a younger beautiful woman. There comes a time that you are too old to keep up with them. But I wouldn’t miss her for the world. She is my Jen!” He said to no one in particular.

“Can I get you something to drink?” Fan’s husband looked at Pete. “They have an open bar,” he said with a smile.

“Could you get me a whiskey on the rocks? I could use one now.”

Fan’s husband nodded and looked around “anyone cares for a drink?”

“Girls, I need to go to use the girl’s room. Are you coming with me?” Fan looked at her friends.

“This baby is pushing at my blather. I am coming with you. But I can’t walk fast. My feet have swollen up. “I can’t wait till I can wear heels again.”

“I will join you,” said Trisha and looked at Meera. “Are you ok?”

When they returned from the lady’s room, the three decided to see what the dessert buffet offered.

Meera walked past the buffet, her brown eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “This is what I call mouth-watering. I wish the buffet were next to ours so I could sample it all. I cannot heap up my plate, can I? It will look like I am being greedy, don’t you think so? Besides, I am a lady.” She looked at her friends, who both agreed with a nod and a smile. They both knew that Meera didn’t care what others thought of her.

“Aren’t you having anything,”? Meera looked at Trisha’s plate, which had one small piece of chocolate brownie on it. “Trish, grab some more food for me. I am going to our table. I need to eat this now.”

Trisha looked amused at Meera, who looked pleased with her plate.

 “But what do you want?” Trisha looked confused at the buffet.

“I am not picky. You choose my baby is feeling hungry. Let’s go! Trisha will catch up. I need to eat! My mouth is watering. Ooh, Trisha, I want two éclairs; pick the big ones.” She looked at her plate. Her eyes were filled with joy. “See you in a bit.”

Trisha did as Meera had asked her to do. She filled up her plate and put two big éclairs on her plate. Then she heard a woman’s voice.

“Someone is hungry today.”


Dec
2022

Part 28: “These Are Certainly Not Worker’s Hands.”

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“I missed you,” said Jen to Sid in a soft voice. “My, my, aren’t your hands soft? These are certainly not worker’s hands.” She looked flirtish at Sid and pressed her red lips together.

“I think I have a phone call.” He reached for his phone in the pocket of his trouser, freeing his hand. He stared at the screen with a surprised face. He seemed to be distracted. Was it because of the missed call or because of Jen? The three could tell that Sid felt uncomfortable by Jen’s behaviour.  

“Is everything ok, Sid?” Jen looked at him like a tigress ready to jump on her prey any minute.

“Yes, everything is ok,” he said and then turned to Trisha. “Can we switch seats, please? I would love to get to know Meera’s husband better.”

Trisha looked surprised. “Of course, we can.” When she stood up, she felt Jen’s eyes fixated on her. She did as if she didn’t notice but could see Jen’s disapproving look.

“Are you leaving me, Sid?” Jen sulked like a little kid.

“Jen, darling, leave that boy alone. He is just switching seats with that pretty lady. Now you can talk to her.”

Jen looked at her husband, her eyes sending him the message to keep his mouth shut. Peter put his hand on top of her hand and looked at his wife with a smile. Jen quickly removed her hand. The entire table, except for Chris and Sid, who were in a deep conversation, noticed how Jen treated her husband. Making them all wonder if she loved her much older husband.

Wedding Couple

The DJ announcing the wedding couples’ first dance drew their attention to the newlyweds. Meera and Fan looked at Trisha and smiled at her. Jen noticed the three friends exchanging glances. She raised her eyebrows and looked curious at Trisha.

“Now join the newlyweds on the dancefloor; let’s give them a night to remember,” the DJ said. Jen reluctantly accepted her husband’s invitation to dance with him and tried to make eye contact with Sid but much to her dislike, he hadn’t noticed.

You look wonderful tonight

Trisha and Sid were the only ones left at their table. Trisha was uncomfortable and stared at the dance floor without saying a word. Her mind wandered off to the day she got married. She scolded herself for her memory of going there once again. Her stomach was in a knot, and she felt alone among 200 people. ” Trisha,” said her inner voice, “why do you keep returning to that question? Why do you torture yourself? What good will it do? You have decided to move on, didn’t you? Why torture yourself? The past is the past. Let it be. See it as a life lesson, a very hard one.”

“You know, I am enjoying myself; it has been a long time since I have allowed myself to do something else besides my work.”

Hearing Sid’s voice made Trisha come back to reality. “Sorry, did you say something?”

“It seems like you were distracted for a second.”

“Yes, I was. I am sorry.”

“It is ok,” said Sid. He watched the wedding guest as they were having a good time on the dance floor.

“Come on, guys! Join the newlyweds on the dance floor! It is time to take it slow,” the DJ said in a flirtatious voice.

Trisha heard Eric Clapton’s ‘You look wonderful tonight,’ filling the air. The song she had danced to on her wedding day. Her then prince had especially requested this song for his princess. Trisha felt choked up and hoped that she wouldn’t start crying.

 ‘You heard what he said.” Sid stood up. “Shall we?” he asked with a big smile.


Nov
2022

Part 27: “But for now, enjoy the moment…”

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The newlyweds were about to cut their wedding cake. It was a white five-tier cake decorated with pearls and edible white, golden, and silver roses. The whole scene reminded Trisha of her wedding. She sighed deeply and gulped down her champagne. Much to her surprise, she instantly felt better.

“Are you ok?” Sid looked concerned at Trisha and the empty champagne glass in her hand.

“Yeah, I am having a good time.” She smiled at him and felt her head getting dizzy. “My mind just wandered off for a second.”

Sid grinned. “Yeah, there is always something to do. For now, enjoy the moment. You are at your best friend’s sister’s wedding.”

Trisha nodded and looked at Meera, who was rubbing her baby bump. “You are right, Sid. We should enjoy the moment.”

He was quiet for a few seconds. “You know, I don’t have much time to socialize, but when I do, I made a rule that I will enjoy it to the fullest. “And with such a lovely lady beside me, I will have a pleasant evening. Now, if you will excuse me for a second.”

“Hey Trish,” said Meera, who had swapped seats with her husband. “Sid is absolutely a hunk! You two seem to be getting along well.” Fan was now standing behind Trisha. “He is cute and interested in you, Trish,” she whispered.

“No, he is not,” Trisha hissed.

“Yes, he is,” the two friends said simultaneously and burst out laughing, attracting the attention of the others. Trisha noticed Jen staring at them, annoyed, especially at her. She did not look amused, or was it just her imagination? Had she heard what her friends had said? Trisha gave her a polite smile and continued her conversation with her friends.

“Seems like the girls are having fun, Li Jun,” said Chris, Meera’s husband. 

Li Jun, Fan’s husband, chuckled. Yes, it seems like it. The Spice Girls have reunited again, Chris. They will be going on a tour soon.

“He is coming,” said Fan in a soft voice. The three of them watched as Sid approached the table.

Sid sat down and was about to say something to Meera’s husband when Jen stroked his hand in which he was holding a glass of water.


Nov
2022

Part 26: She looked seductive at Sid…

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“It is my best friend’s sister’s wedding.”

 “Ooh, I see. The groom is a college friend of mine. Unfortunately, we don’t see each other that much anymore.”

Trisha nodded, “I know what you mean. We don’t see each other that much anymore.” She pointed with her head towards her two friends who were talking with each other. Trisha knew who they were talking about, “Mr. Eye Candy,” of course.

She looked seductive at Sid.

“You two know each other,” said Jen as she rudely interrupted their conversation. “I am sorry, I overheard you talking to each other.”

“We do,” said Sid with a charming smile. “What is Jen your relationship with the wedding couple, Jen?”

“I am a gym friend of the bride. I am very honoured to be invited to their wedding.” She looked seductive at Sid.

“Aah, ok.” Sid turned his head and looked at Trisha. “It is wonderful to see you again, Trisha.”

Trisha smiled, not knowing what to say. “It is a small world.”

“Excuse me,” said a waiter. He had two big platters with appetizers in his hand, which he carefully put on the table. “Enjoy,” he said with a genuine smile as he walked away.

“Well, that looks scrumptious, doesn’t it?” Jen moved closer to Sid, “I believe we should tuck in,” as she popped an olive into her mouth. “They plated it with such care; eating it is almost a sin.”

Trisha agreed with Jen; the platter looked scrumptious, stacked with olives, almonds, cheeses, and several pieces of fruit, crackers, and salads. Like the ones, you saw in food magazines.

“You know, Sid,” Jen said in a soft voice but loud enough for Trisha to hear, “watermelon is an aphrodisiac food.”

She looked mischievous at Sid as she took a bite of the watermelon.

“Sweety,” she looked at her husband Peter, who had stacked his plate with several kinds of cheese and crackers. She rolled her eyes. “Peter, you shouldn’t eat that much cheese. It makes you fat.”

Peter looked at his wife. “I know, but these cheeses are too good!” He took a bite of his cracker with a thick slice of cheese. “Besides, I am already married.” He winked at his wife, who rolled her eyes.

Sid took a bite of a cracker with cheese. “You are right, Peter. The cheese is delicious.”

Peter smiled at him and nodded. “See, Jen, that young man agrees with me.”

Jen mumbled something to her herself and looked disgusted at her husband. She put a piece of fig in her mouth and whispered in Sid’s ear, “figs are also aphrodisiacs.”

Trisha watched Jen’s behaviour and wondered if Sid was falling for her charms. She was an attractive woman. There was no doubt about that.

“Trisha, aren’t you having something to eat?”

“I am,” she said as she scooped up some olives and a cracker. She smiled at her friends, who were watching her like a hawk. 

“Is that all you are going to have?” he said surprisedly. “I am starving, I haven’t had the time to have lunch today.”

“I am not that hungry,” Trisha lied.

“Can I get you something to drink then?” Sid nodded. He looked around to see if he could locate a waiter.


Oct
2022

Part 25: “Why Was he grinning like Batman?”

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The wedding venue is beautiful, Meghan,” said Trisha. “And the garden is death gorgeous. It amazes me how peaceful it is even with all the guests.”

“It is isn’t it,” Meghan looked at the garden as if it was the first time she had seen it. “April took us venue hunting every weekend but it was worth it.“ I better check where my children and husband are.” She looked around to see if she could spot her children. “Girls, dinner will be served in fifteen minutes, don’t be late. I have been on a champagne diet since this morning, I could eat a horse!” She winked at her friends. “Don’t be late girls.”
Trisha watched Meghan walking towards her husband. She had always been the sensible one between the four of them. It was Meghan who looked after them when they went out.

Dinner Time


They all sat down at their table which was set for 8 people. A couple joined them a few minutes later and introduced themselves as Jen and Peter. Trisha guessed that the age difference between Jen and Peter was at least 30 years. What brought these two souls together?


The seat next to Trisha was still empty. She was having small talk with Jen when a familiar voice distracted her.


“Hi, seems like I am seated here, nice to meet you all.” He looked at Trisha with a surprised grin on his face.
What was he doing here? And why was he grinning like ‘Batman’? Mr. ‘Eyecandy’ looked dead gorgeous in his navy blue designer suit.


Meera gave Trisha a thumbs-up when Sid was shaking hands with her husband. “Gorgeous” she mouthed at Trisha. Trisha kept her face straight and continued talking to Jen. But was distracted by the fact that Sid would sit next to her probably for the whole evening. She felt excited and nervous at the same time.

Mr. Eye Candy


“Hi, nice to meet you,” Sid said to Jen as he stretched his hand to greet her. Jen looked at him and Trisha noticed the flirtatious smile on her face. From the corner of her eyes, she looked at Pete but he was in conversation with Fan’s husband.


“The pleasure is all mine,” she said and pressed her red-painted lips. Sid smiled at her showing his perfect white teeth, released his hand from Jen’s, who still holding onto his hand, and looked at Trisha.


“If only I could wrap my arms around him,” she said to herself. “Trisha, don’t get any ideas. Girls must be lining up for him. Jen is already all over him.” It was Trisha’s inner voice.


Trisha noticed Jen staring at Sid as if she had found a treasure she was not willing to share.
“I didn’t expect to see you here, Trisha. It is a small world.” He said while he sat down.


Oct
2022

Part 24: To our friendship!

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As she read Meghan’s text, Trisha shook her head.

“@Meghan. Bring on this smart and handsome man, let’s find out who he is. LOL”

She put her phone on the nightstand and checked her hair and makeup one more time. As soon as she had applied some more mascara, she donned her black lace dress. “I think shapewear is the best invention ever,” she told her mirror complexion. Trisha smoothed her dress and checked to see if her gold clutch contained everything she needed.  “Time to go,” she mumbled to herself.

Wedding Couple

Watching the bride and groom kiss reminded her of her wedding day. She looked at her left hand which was bare now. She donated the funds from the sale of her wedding ring to charity after her divorce.  

“It was a wonderful ceremony, don’t you think so?” Fan looked dreamy at the Altar. “They looked so happy as they walked away from the altar holding each other’s hand,” Fan continued.

Yes, it indeed was” said Trisha and nodded her head. “April looks gorgeous, don’t you think so? I love the lace veil.”

“She certainly does.” Meera smiled at her. “I am so happy you came and she squeezed her friend’s hand.”

Trisha smiled at Meera, “so do I”.

Champagne

After the ceremony, the wedding guests were invited to have a glass of champagne with the bride and groom. The wedding couple mingled with their guest giving each guest their attention. As Trisha was sipping her champagne, she listened to her friends, Fan and Meera who were talking about their children. She felt the sun warming her chocolate-coloured skin and closed her eyes for a second, realizing that the champagne had made her a little tipsy.

“Sorry Trish,” said Fan. “I feel like we are keeping you out of the conversation.”

“Ooh, you are not!  I love listening to your stories. Please continue. They might come in handy one day,” she said with a smile.

“Pfff,  I cannot wait till I am due,” said Meera. I don’t know why I got myself into this situation for the third time.”

“What situation?” said her husband who came back with a tray of drinks.

“This situation,” said Meera. As she pointed to her baby bump.

“Two more months baby, hang in there,” he said to his wife and handed her a glass of orange juice.

Blind Date

“Hi, guys are you enjoying yourselves?” It was Meghan holding a glass of water in her hand.  “I am so happy that you all could come. We don’t see each other that much anymore.” She looked at her friends. “I wish we could see each other more often. But anyways I am so happy that you guys could come!” She raised her glass “To our friendship.”

The friends raised their glasses with a big smile. “To our friendship”.

“Trish, your blind date hasn’t arrived yet. I don’t know who he is or how he looks, but from what I heard, he is quite a catch.”

Meera and Fan raised their eyebrows. “Trish, needless to say, but we are excited for you,” said Meera with a big smile.