She went up to the sink and splashed some water on her face, letting it drip-dry as she shook her head at the little mantra now running through her head, taking root. No, Julia told herself. It’s not true. When she’d managed to convince herself, Julia returned to the dressing area and saw Gretchen and Dave standing close to each other, their fingers interlaced. Julia stared at the sight for a while, scrunching her mouth over to one corner. Fuck. It was true. She was in love with Dave.
