The day before our flight to Tahiti, things began to quickly plummet from the high they'd been on since the beginning of the trip, my curiosity about George's secret consuming every thought I had.
The breaking point was when George had privately gone into the bathroom to talk on the phone, being strange about why he didn't call from the telephone on the desk that was in the main part of the room.
"Is everything good to go for tonight then?" I listened into the conversation he was having with some mysterious person on the phone in the bathroom. My ear was pressed up against the door no longer being able to be kept in the dark about what was going on.
"If I tell her that I'm stepping out to get some champagne do you think I can come talk to you? It's just not the same over the phone." He continued on, although I could only faintly make our what he was saying, loosing the next sentence he said to the person at the other end of the line.
"I don't think she suspects anything, she's always sort've been that way." He laughed causing me to scoff, feeling every ounce of my being light up with fury, thinking of the worst.
I quickly, desperately needing to know if my thoughts matched reality, ran to the other telephone set to listen into the conversation.
"I'll see you soon Mr. Harrison." I heard an island girl giggle fondly.
"Bye bye now love." George replied contentedly before hanging up. His voice rung with an elatedness I rarely ever heard, causing my stomach to churn unsettlingly.
Quickly, putting down the telephone I walked over to my bag and pretending to sort through my things hearing him walk out from the bathroom.
"Who was that on the telephone?" I asked sweetly although feeling my stomach dropping more intensely than it ever had before.
"John," He shrugged nonchalantly, "he says I should go fetch all of us some champagne from the lobby so we can all go spend some time in their room, I'll be right back alright love?" He spoke kindly with a smile. It seemed like an obvious lie, despite how sincere he appeared.
I clenched my teeth behind my grin, beginning to question what was real and what was made up. I couldn't believe what was happening, I felt like I were in some terrible nightmare. I never thought George would ever lie to me, especially not about talking to another girl.
"Oh no problem." I nodded as he thanked me and hastily left the room.
I felt my anger overrule my shattering heart, deciding impulsively to follow him at a distance and see the girl he was seeing firsthand. I wanted to think this was a big misunderstanding and that maybe I was jumping too quickly to conclusion. It was difficult to imagine George betraying my trust in that way, but he had been acting oddly kind to me for weeks now.
I grabbed a room key and followed him carefully at a distance, feeling as if I were on the brink of insanity. I hated the envy I felt like I was some deranged girlfriend that had no faith in her boyfriend, because I usually was so trusting of George.
What I found didn't ease my mind whatsoever.
Hiding behind some hotel shrubbery, I watched as George and a thin gorgeous young island girl lead him out to a private little dining area overlooking the beach. They chatted on and on, George looking so passions about the subject of their conversation.
Unbelieving of what I saw, I stormed off back upstairs to our hotel room. Slamming the door I locked myself in the room, breaking down into tears as I threw myself into the bed.
The sound of knocking at the door filled my ears moments after I'd slammed it.
"Poppy?" I heard Cynthia call nervously, her room being right next to ours.
