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objects in the middle of my wedding to tell me she's in love with my fiancé. I flew here on the first plane out of Florida, got an apartment, and just landed a photo gig with a magazine here. So, I guess I'm celebrating."
    "Celebrating is a bit of an understatement don't you think? You just went through an atomic bomb and you look fabulous!" She replied. It was something in her eyes and her demeanor that I knew she was a genuinely nice woman. Her sandy blonde hair was tied back in a bun, but I could tell she had pretty blonde locks hidden in that knot. "How about you let me make this a surprise?"
    I thought about it for a second then nodded. "You got yourself a deal."
    A short time later Riley came back with a sample plate of the shortcake, tiramisu, and the titanic. I looked up to her in surprise. "Riley, you didn't have to ask them to do this. I mean, wow, it's amazing. I'm afraid to mess them up. It's too pretty."
    "Nonsense. You needed the trifecta. The tiramisu is for your move to the big apple. The strawberry shortcake is for your new job which sweetens the pot, and the titanic is to help roll over those bad memories."
    Her explanation made my heart ache in ways I thought my heart never would. This woman who I met less than an hour ago just said what a best friend would say...something Nora might say. I can feel my tears coming close to breaking through my eyes.
    "Thank you, Riley. This is awesome."
    "My pleasure." She turned to walk toward the other side of the bar but she came back to me quickly. "You're new so maybe I could show you around. My friends are pretty chill if you wanna go out with us sometime."
    "That would be great." We exchanged numbers and the rest of my time at the restaurant I drank my wine and indulged in my own little trifecta courtesy of my new friend Riley.
    Once I got over the first three weeks as the new girl in town, living in a new place didn't bother me so much. I had Riley to guide me on where swanky restaurants were and the best places to hang out and meet new people. I met most of her friends, which surprisingly were all pretty much like her, fun, outgoing, comical, and just down-to-earth people. Ryan and Shelby always made me laugh with their bickering back and forth and Courtney, Gwen, and Garrett enjoyed picking fun at Riley and me. It really was nice to be accepted into their group of friends so quickly, and it made the transition between Tampa and New York a bit smoother.
    It wasn't until about a month ago I spotted Brayden for the first time since all those months ago in Florida. He looked exactly as he did with his soft brown hair and the faint honey color of his highlights, his radiant smile, and muscular figure. This time he wasn't in blue jeans and a t-shirt that I was accustomed to but in a tailored suit that exuded strength and power. I didn't let myself get spotted because I had a feeling he would think I was just a tad bit crazy. I mean I did come here because he's the first person I thought of, but never did I think past that. Plus we didn't part on the best of terms anyway.
    He looked slightly troubled sitting at the table outside the coffee shop. He was alone with what I assumed to be his coffee of choice, black with two sugars. He shifted in his seat and flipped a page of what he was reading. To my surprise, he was reading a copy of the magazine I worked for.
    My mind wondered if I could be like Kate Hudson in How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days and write an article about Brayden and how I felt about him when we were together. Does he read that magazine every month cover to cover so he would read my words? Does he only buy it when a female celebrity dawns the cover? Does he read it for the style tips or fitness section?
    Unfortunately, I will never be a writer and get an article in GQ. I'll never write about a guy that was once a friend who allowed me to be myself. He listened to me unlike my fiancé that wouldn't give me the time of day because he was busy falling in love with