#c:paula

"It's going fine," she said as she turned the ring on her finger, it felt more and more like it was constricting on her finger, cutting off circulation and infecting the flesh of her hand. "Wedding planning is stressful but...it's good. I'm having fun." Her tone was cool and flat, and Paula even heard it, she wished she was better at hiding it.

Paula didn't like this side of herself they brought out in her. She was jealous and spiteful in a way that made her stomach twist in on itself. But love had a funny way of doing that to you, particularly when you were busy denying it. Her dark eyes narrowed as her jaw set. "So you're doing well," she said trying to hide the sharp edge in her tone. "I'm glad to hear that," she breathed feeling the weight in her own words.

"I-I just wanted you to know, that I hated myself for some time," she said in a small voice. She was happy to see them. Paula had wanted to have closure for so long. So much had been left unsaid between them. "For all the things that I said. The things I might have put into your head. I didn't mean them. I didn't mean to hurt you. I just...I'm so sorry."

Sometimes it was hard to tell if people were looking at Paula because they recognized her from tv, or maybe because they thought she was pretty, or they weren't even looking at her at all. She was just a nervous shy person. She cleared her throat a little as she shifted a bit. "D-did you need something?" She asked as she shifted against the bar stool. Making an effort to go out tonight.