Moment of Weakness (Embracing Moments Book 1) Read Online Free

sundress and a matching pair of wedge sandals. It’s not like they were my first choice, but my father, being the respectable business man he was, was sure to have company over. The least I could do was look presentable.
    The yellow sundress was much more comfortable than I remembered it being. It fell just above the knees, and the lightweight chiffon material made it a perfect choice for the scorching sun. The halter top tied around my neck, leaving a good portion of my back exposed. Slipping my feet into the wedge sandals, I grabbed my bag from the door and walked over to the sink. Water lay in pools around the counter and globs of hand soap trailed a path from the dispenser to the round stainless steel bowl.
    I stood for a second, looking through the mirror, barely recognizing the person standing before me.
    Feeling half-naked, I released the hold on my tightly wrapped bun and allowed my hair to fall down my back. The long, blonde wispy waves that framed my face reminded me so much of my mother’s. An uncomfortable tightness gripped my chest at the thought. It hurt to think about her. Thirteen years had passed, and at times, it still felt like yesterday. That is the thing about the pain of losing someone you love. It never really goes away. It never subsides. You just learn to deal with the pain. And when you can’t deal with it, you cover it up, mask it with a fake smile, and hope no one will notice.
    Today was a day I hoped no one would notice.
    I grabbed my makeup purse from my bag and pulled out some foundation, eyeliner, and lip gloss. Wearing makeup was never really my thing, but the lack of sleep I had received the past few days had caused bags to form under my eyes. Bags that needed some serious attention. Finishing, I tossed my makeup back in its bag, grabbed my purse, and dug out the one thing I always kept with me. My fingers traced over the intricate detail of the wings as my eyes took in the beauty of the light blue rhinestones. The way they glistened in the light brought a small smile to my face. The color of the small dainty clip matched my eyes perfectly, and I was sure it was one of the reasons my mother bought it for me. That and the simple fact she loved butterflies. I grabbed a few wisps of hair from around my face and pinned them back with the clip before walking back outside.
    As I sat on the bench waiting for Theo to arrive, my stomach made it clear it needed food. The fierce growls and gurgling sounds it made reminded me I hadn’t eaten all day. I just didn’t have time. The fact that I needed to wake up early and call a taxi to get to my last final this morning left little time to eat. Even if there was time, I most likely wouldn’t have ate anyway. My stomach had been in knots all morning. This morning’s final was one I dreaded the most, because it meant I would have to come face to face with her. I hadn’t seen or heard from Megan since Monday night.
    I had been finishing up my last shift at the bar. It’s not like I needed to work. Dad had set up automatic deposits to my bank account each month for more than what some people made in a year. It was his way of making sure all I needed to focus on was school. The only time the money was ever touched, was for the cost of my books at the start of each semester. I hated feeling like I was getting handouts even if those handouts came from my own father. Stubborn and just like your mother, he would say, but working at the bar was like a reprieve. It allowed me to feel normal. So despite my father’s pleas, I worked anyway.
    As usual, Mondays at the bar were slow. I had a few hours to go until my shift ended, but the smoke that filled the bar caused the throbbing in my head to become unbearable. Since it was my last shift, my boss, Jim, allowed me to cut out early. Wanting nothing more than to just crawl into bed and sleep, I walked the few blocks home. The possibility that Robby and Megan were having an affair didn’t even cross my mind when