|You Complicate Me|
by Alicia Wag
Annemarie Fitch has it all. She’s Guest Relations Director at The Sentinel, the swankiest hotel in town, and is about to get married to sexy software engineer Richard Samson. Just when she thinks her life is perfect, Richard pulls the plug. He says he needs time to think, but what’s he really after? Is it Lilah, Annemarie’s roommate, best friend, and head pastry chef at The Sentinel? Then there’s Zachary Link, the distinguished but hot record company executive, who wears a ring on his finger but seems to be courting Annemarie. What’s a confused bride-to-be to do? While Annemarie’s tailspin leads her into a bevy of adventures, Lilah guiltily sets her sights on Richard. Things don’t turn out exactly as Lilah plans, though not for lack of trying. Maybe it has something to do with her inexplicable attraction to Chad, the shy, hunky baker she works with in the kitchen. As the two friends’ lives go topsy-turvy, each must navigate new and delicious experiences.
People say there’s no such thing as a perfect life and that women can’t have it all. I’ve made it my mission to prove them wrong. Of course I know that perfection is subjective, based on the desires, hopes, and dreams of the individual. My definitions were always the traditional ones—a good job, a gorgeous husband with a good job, a beautiful house, travel, friends, and eventually (very eventually, and maybe) a family.
My practicality put me right on track, but is life ever predictable? I thought so, once. Now, things are different. Lilah is still shaking her head, but I’ve learned not to be surprised by much of anything, even her.
That took me a while. I knew Lilah and I didn’t have a lot in common, but I had no idea how different we were until she answered my ad on the hotel bulletin board and became my roommate. Don’t get me wrong, she’s my best friend and I love her dearly, but our lifestyles were polar opposites. I, for example, after man shopping for quite a while, had become laser focused on snagging Richard. Lilah was focused on anyone, man or woman, she could lure into bed. That might have been a problem, but fortunately, I have a white noise machine that spared me the sound effects.
I needled Lilah about her escapades, but they never really bothered me, nor did they interest me—much. Eventually that all changed, but the day we went shopping for Lilah’s maid of honor dress, I was still in fantasy land.