“Oh, sorry, I wanted to see how your day was going.”
She sighed, sounding like a wind tunnel over the phone. “It’s going fine. I got my hair done this morning. It took way longer than anticipated so I had to pay for an extra hour. Then Ophelia was late for us getting our nails done so we had to wait fifteen minutes for side-by-side pedicure chairs.”
“That sounds awful,” I said, smiling.
“I hear you mocking me, Parker,” she said.
“I’m not mocking you. You should try and relax and enjoy your day with your friends.”
“I would if Holly would stop trying to make this wedding all about her. Apparently, her date can’t get Saturday off. Hello—that’s not my problem.”
“Can she get someone else to come as her date?” I asked.
“Parker, were you listening? It’s not my problem. She can show up with a date or not. I don’t care. It’s my day.”
“Our day,” I corrected.
“Sure, whatever.”
“Okay, well I’ll leave you to get your nails done. I’m, um—getting something to eat right now.”
“Not at the diner, right?” she asked.
I hesitated. Why would she care if I went to the diner? I decided not to start something over the phone with her, especially being this close to the wedding. “No, I was thinking somewhere downtown.”
“Good. I have to go.” Then her line went dead.
On the way to the diner, I gathered my thoughts about what I’d say to Sienna. She could be stubborn, but if she knew how much I wanted to be with Rachel, then she’d have to drop the issue. I needed Sienna to be supportive of this. If she wasn’t then I knew I couldn’t be truly happy in my marriage, not knowing my best friend was against it to begin with.
I arrived at the diner just before lunch time. I hoped that Sienna wasn’t too busy to talk to me. But from the looks of the empty parking lot, it seemed she wouldn’t have that excuse.
I went in the front door, not wanting to encroach on her kitchen space. I knew the best way to talk to Sienna in these moods was to approach her on her own terms. When I entered the dining room, loud metal music was blaring from the kitchen.
My stomach sank. I knew that Sienna hated that music. Shit. Sienna wasn’t around.
“Hey, Parker!” Tony called out. He pushed through the double doors and came through to the dining room. He shook my hand. “Sienna isn’t here.”
“I figured that. Does she have today off?”
Tony inhaled sharply. “No, she skipped out earlier this morning after talking to the Lamontes.”
“What happened?”
Tony shrugged. “I dunno, man.”
“Did she seem like she was in a bad mood?”
Tony shook his head. “Not really. She seemed a little excited, actually.”
“Huh.”
“She told me you’re moving the wedding up to tomorrow.”
“Yeah,” I said.
Tony chewed on his lip for a minute.
I knew Sienna probably told him about the supposed Rachel cheating on me thing. Since this alleged conversation took place in the diner, maybe Tony had even heard it himself. But as I knew he’d always side with her, I didn’t question him about it. I had to trust Rachel if we were going to have a strong marriage.