What A Girl Wants by Lindsey Kelk, page 235-236
“Life isn’t just about what you want,” I said, shifting on top of my clutch bag. Beading was not comfortable to sit on. “You can’t just do what you want and hope everything will turn out for the best. You’ve got to plan for the future, think ahead. It’s not about what might sound like the most fun now.”
“Wow!” Amy closed her eyes and smiled. “It’s like sitting here listening to your mum.”
All the colour drained from my face and suddenly, I felt very, very sick.
“Can you even hear yourself?” Amy asked. “You’re actually sitting there, telling me that what you want doesn’t matter, what makes you happy doesn’t matter. Is that what you want? Marry Charlie, give up your dreams and slog away day in and day out at the agency so you can turn into a bitter, resentful old cow like your mum?”
“Do I need to go to the restroom again?” Kekipi asked, switching his stare from me to Amy and back again. “Because I didn’t really need to go last time and I’m worried one of the waiters thinks I’m trying to pick him up.”
“No,” Amy threw her arm out in front of him, effectively sticking him to his seat, “you don’t need to do anything. She’s the one who needs to think about what she just said. You don’t know, Nick or Charlie. You can’t decide, agency or photos. You can decide and you do know but you’ve spent so long listening to, and believing, all your mother’s sh*t that you don’t believe it.”
She paused for breath and wine.
“You don’t trust your gut. This is the first time in your entire life you’ve had to make a difficult decision and you’re trying to wimp out of it, but you can’t. If I lived by your logic, I’d be married to Dave and as miserable as sin, maybe even divorced by now. Or worse, I’d be your mum and Brian, sitting around the house, hating each other. Is that what you want? Just be f*cking brave for once in your life.“
I stared across the table at the girl who had been my best friend for as long as I’d been alive.
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