She reread the response from the Love Vixen. Although not the exact words Ella had used when she offered her opinion, the advice was along the same lines. It also caused the nagging voice in her head to grow louder rather than silence it once and for all.
“Pretending to be me?” Ella asked, looking at her when she finished reading the blog.
She shrugged and read the next comment on the blog from someone calling themselves Falling Hard In Providence.
“At least you were honest about being stubborn.” Ella nudged her in the arm and smiled. When Ella received a dirty look in response, she laughed. “Well, once again, I agree with LV’s advice. I think you should listen to her.”
Isabelle’s eyes drifted back to the response. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, the Love Vixen made some good points. If she ignored CJ while he was on the island, she might spend another sixteen years wondering “what if.” Then again, if she made her feelings known, she might find herself suffering from the worst case of embarrassment ever and avoiding CJ at all costs until the wedding and then returning to North Salem as soon as her brother said “I do” if CJ decided to stick around.
“What’s it going to be, Iz? Are you going to take our advice or hide at your parents’ house until CJ leaves?”
She pictured the last magazine cover she’d seen CJ on while standing in line for a coffee. Supermodel Milan Novak had been attached to his arm as they exited a restaurant in Los Angeles. She hadn’t seen any pictures of the two of them together again since, but she didn’t exactly go searching the internet looking for him either.
At least not anymore.
Yeah, she wasn’t proud of it, but after he’d landed his first starring movie role, she’d read every article she could find and checked the web regularly for new photos of him. But that had been a long time ago.
Slowly, the image of him and the supermodel dissolved, and the memory of the last time they’d spoken replaced it. That night he hadn’t looked at her like she was his best friend’s sister. For a brief time, she’d stopped being the girl he’d known all his life and had spent hours hanging around with. Instead, she’d become someone he kissed and then made a promise to—a promise he’d failed to keep, and she’d never asked him why.
Isabelle forced the memory away.
Some decisions she didn’t have to make today. “Honestly, Ella, I’m not sure. But I’m packing the blue dress.”
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