I sighed. “I did.”
“And?”’
“And he didn’t believe me.”
“What?”
“I know! He said I was being jealous and I was stooping to a low level by accusing her of cheating.”
“But you heard her friend,” Tony said.
“And he’s choosing to ignore it,” I said.
“I really find that hard to believe.”
“Do you? He’s been dating her for a year. If he hasn’t wised up to her lies by now, then he’s a lost cause.”
“You don’t really think that.”
“What else am I supposed to think?” I asked, starting to get annoyed. Not with Tony, but the situation as a whole.
“Are you sure you tried to convince him? He doesn’t seem that blind.”
“When it comes to Rachel, he is.”
Tony grabbed the large carton of eggs from the refrigerator and I took the thick package of bacon.
I headed over to my workstation. “Oh, and get this, he moved up the wedding to tomorrow.”
Tony cracked an egg a little too hard over the side of the large metal mixing bowl. “Are you serious?”
I nodded. “He said it was their idea, but I know it was hers. And conveniently it happened after I dropped by there.”
“Sienna, you have to try and stop this,” Tony said. “He’s making a huge mistake.”
“What else can I say?” I asked, turning to face him with my hand on my hip. “I told him what I heard, and he’s choosing to be an asshole about it.”
“Well, I don’t know if it’s that easy,” Tony said, attempting to be the voice of reason.
“If someone told me that my boyfriend was cheating on me, especially if it was Parker, I would at least investigate and not call him jealous.”
“It’s pretty obvious you are jealous.”
My jaw dropped. “No, I’m not!”
He gave me a look.
I let out a groan of frustration. “I’m done talking about this. Parker’s getting married tomorrow and I’m going to be his stupid best man, and then I’ll probably never see him again. And that’s that.”
I turned away from Tony and I could feel his eyes on my back. I chose to move on and not be egged on by him anymore.
Later that morning, my saving grace, the Lamontes, came in for breakfast. I handed over the reins to Tony and went into the dining area to greet them.
Kenneth was a slow mover this morning but I accompanied them to their table. He groaned when he sat down, pulled his handkerchief from his pocket, and hacked into it.
“Let me bring you some water with your coffee,” I said leaving them to retrieve the drinks.
When I returned, they thanked me.