Every eye is on us.
Hiram’s heavy gaze, Avery’s questioning stare, Barbie’s now batting eyes, the girl with the rose tattoo who seems genuinely engaged in whatever is happening, and Noah who is literally open mouth grinning while chomping on crushed ice from his empty drink.
“Amanda and I have been seeing each other for a while.”
“Have you now?” Hiram asks.
“Of course you have…” Avery mumbles.
“And while we were in Vegas…we got married.”
Fuck. My. Life.
I literally want to crawl under the table. I am actually looking for somewhere to run away to. The panic on my face has to be visible. But then I feel a knee under the table touching mine. It’s not an accidental bump either, but a warm, steady press. I look at Callum and his eyes grab ahold of mine, deep and steady.
And just like that, my breathing slows.
Pull yourself together, Amanda. You have worked crowds before. These Met Gala wannabe’s are no different. Actually, they probably have been to the Met Gala but that’s not the point.
I smile and brush a stray lock of hair back knowing full well it’s not going to stay.
“Yep. He told me he was headed to Vegas and asked me to join him. And then, while we were alone after landing that incredible artist, he asked me to marry him and…we did it.”
“Oh, my God that’s precious!” Barbie purrs. “Can I see the ring?”
Callum’s eyes widen slightly but I just smile again. “I took it off. It’s a literal rock and Callum didn’t want you guys to see it before we announced it.”
Avery lets out an indifferent, “Mm.”
Callum ignores it, so I do too.
“Well, I think we need another round,” Hiram says, snapping his fingers at the waitress who literally doesn’t need to be summoned. We are her only table and she’s literally just standing by the table waiting for her next move. “Let’s make it champagne! Dom Perignon for the table.”
Jesus. I didn’t even know how to properly pronounceDom Perignon,and I’ve definitely never had it.
A moment later the table is lined with glasses, and the waitress is pouring. Once we all have it in our hand, Hiram makes a toast.
“To the happy soon to be couple!”
We clink and drink and the edge finally starts to come off. Zoe is rambling about wedding things and how she and Avery might tie the knot and Noah and Callum share some inside jokes. The food slowly starts to disappear, and a third round of drinks is enjoyed.
Meanwhile, more questions are asked, and Callum and I work fluidly together to answer them.
“When did you meet?”
“It was a while ago. At a concert. I was scouting talent, and she was drinking a beer.”
“Why haven’t we met her before?”
“We were taking it slow.”
That one low key makes me chuckle inwardly.
“So, you got married in Vegas?”
Jesus…
“Did anyone see? The press could be a shitshow.”
