“I saw you in the city the other day,” Casey said nonchalantly, bobbing her head to the music.
“Really?” Susan took a long sip of her cocktail.
“You were with Tom.”
Susan didn’t answer, just turned to the wall, facing the line of speakers along the wall that vibrated to the music. She thought about escaping to the dance floor, pretending she hadn’t heard, but she’d waited too long.
“Oh, I just bumped into him. I was saying hello. We chatted a bit.” Susan was lying. She’d told her friends she stopped seeing Tom months ago, but they were still very much an item. She didn’t feel like listening to Casey judging her for her “poor choices” for the hundredth time. After all, it was her life. She didn’t need Miss High and Mighty’s approval. “Anyway, how’s newlywed life?”
Casey smiled. “It’s blissful,” she fibbed. She and Mark fought nonstop on their honeymoon. For the last two days of their trip, she’d even requested a separate room at the hotel. On the flight over, she’d found the pictures in his phone from his bachelor party. He’d told her it was just a tame night out at a bar with friends. Needless to say, he was a liar. She was considering having the whole thing annulled for fraud. But the wedding had been so beautiful.
Susan touched Casey’s arm. “I’m so happy for you, Case.”
“Thanks, girl. And I’m glad you got rid of that loser Tom.”
“Me too. Good riddance.”
Both women laughed, before taking long sips of their cocktails.