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door.
    I
was already inside my room when I heard Nat answered and then Luis’ voice saying,
“Sir, your sister wouldn’t wait outside in the Atrium like you wanted her to.
She insisted on coming over here although I told her you said you wanted some
time alone…” He had raised his voice which didn’t seem like Luis, but when I
heard Rachel’s voice next to him, I knew it was for her benefit that he was
explaining Nat’s orders to him.
    “Nat!”
Rachel said. “Why the secrecy? I thought you said you wanted us to show up for
a special dinner, but…” Rachel’s voice trailed off. She must have been
surveying the room. The table…Nat’s appearance…
    “Oh
my God, you and Summer,” she burst out loud. “Like a bunch of horny teenagers.
You guys…I knew it! You two were meant for each other. You can’t even keep your
hands off of each other. Can they, Luis?”
    “I
won’t comment,” Luis said.
    “Look
at Nat,” Rachel said. “He’s glowing. He’s happy. He looks like a man who had just
been pleased.”
    I
went to my closet, opened it, and surveyed the beautiful array of stylish
designer dresses, jeans, and blouses. Nat definitely had nice taste.
    I
grabbed a flowing peach chiffon strapless dress and pulled it on before
slipping into wedges with gold leather and diamond tiny flowers winding up the
straps.
    I
brushed out my long hair and put on a little lipgloss and mascara before
hanging on delicate gold drop earrings.
    “Summer!”
Rachel cried out rushing over to me when I walked out of my room. “You look
like a peach! Scrumptious. Nat no doubt had something to do with it, right,
Luis?”
    Luis
looked Rachel up and down like he wanted to eat her as a peach.
    I
laughed. “Nah, Rachel, we’re just happy to be alive and here.” I looked over at
Luis. Then Rachel. So, maybe the ones having unbridled sex wasn’t just Nat and
I, but Rachel and the sexy built like a sex machine Luis.
    Life
had just gotten interesting, and this was even before we met up with Drew for
dinner.
     

 
    Chapter 6
     
    Rachel
     
     
    I knew the moment I saw Summer’s face and Nat’s
sparkling eyes that something had happened between them. When I left Summer for
a day or two to go return to my life as a glamorous Hollywood actress, checking
on my film schedule and going to an audition or reading that my agent set me up
on; Summer was so forlorn about Drew, it was heartbreaking.
    Drew
definitely left her high and dry forgetting who she was. It was worse than an
in-your-face breakup. At least that would have closure for both of them. But
this…it was like a Still Alice loss of memory Alzheimer thing. Drew had
forgotten Summer and what she meant to him, while Summer had to hold on, yet
endure the pain of knowing, of being the one left behind, yet still waiting for
something to happen…for Drew to remember her.
    I
don’t know if I would have held onto any hope. I for one, could never be as
committed as Summer was to Drew. After 10 years of waiting to get married to
Drew, this happened.
    Drew
loved Summer with all his heart for so many years, it would be impossible for
him to get cold feet now just to avoid marrying her. Yet, this memory lapse of
him of her…it must feel like getting cold feet to Summer.
    If
a man didn’t marry me after me shagging up and being committed to him for that
many years, I would have moved on to the next hot body already. So I commend
Summer for sticking with my darn fool of a brother this long.
    Twin
or no twin, Drew was a damn fool who should’ve insisted on getting married to
Summer years ago.  Forget the high society must-have-everything-perfect
wedding. Sweep her away on a surprise getaway to Las Vegas and get married in
one of those chapels with an Elvis impersonator for a priest then. It didn’t
matter about the wedding, although I was the one helping Summer coordinate it.
Forget the right timing. Just get married if you love each other so much you
can’t imagine life without