5. Lucy’s Journal
Friday, March 12th * 8:22pm * Sprawled on the living room floor holding ice to my swollen eye
Isent my twin on a date tonight. With a prince. In my place. Yeah, that’s right. I should be sitting across from literal royalty at this moment, staring into the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen. Seriously, those eyes have haunted my dreams since Hadley’s wedding. I can’t believe she actually nudged him to ask me out on a date. And I can’t believe he wanted to! *Cue squealing and kicking my legs in the air as I write this entry.* But reality has to drop at some point, right? And the reality of this situation is that I am not on that date because I have a huge, monstrous black eye given to me by an uncoordinated youth at the community center. If only I had already made it big as a romance author. It feels impossible to sell clean romance sometimes, and I often wonder if I should just write smut under a different pen name. But I’ve struggled with sexual addiction enough in my past. I don’t read smut anymore, though, I have to admit, in my loneliness, I’ve been tempted. God, are You happy with me? I hope so. Oh, Lorelei just texted me! She says the date went well and that I should have a chance to date the prince for myself. Hehe. Ah, all is well in the end. I should go write now, but I know I’ll be too distracted waiting for Lor to get home with all the details. She called me a few times from the bathroom freaking out, but I got her back to a level head. I hope my twin did me justice. And I hope she had an overall good experience for her first date ever. God, will You bring a good man into her life? I worry about her.