What?
You idiot.
My god, this is going from bad to worse. Okay, what’s the plan?
I begin to sweat.
I think of all the times I’ve cried to his mother about my broken heart and now, when I finally realize that we are not meant to be together, it’s come to this case of the worst timing ever…… oh hell, this looks so bad.
“This is turning out to be the best night, isn’t it?” Mary says happily from the front seat. “Our family is getting back together.”
I fake a smile.
Fuck.
The ballroom is grand and beautifully timeless.
There are huge bouquets of white flowers, candelabras with white candles, and the finest silver dinnerware on the perfectly set tables.
Mary smiles and waves at a friend.
“Wow.” I smile as I look around, “This is beautiful.”
“Meh,” Rodney says as he looks around. “How much would this crap cost?”
“Rodney, it’s a wedding. The most special day in a person’s life,” his mother says.
He rolls his eyes and curls his lip, “I’m not into it.”
I stare at him as I have an out of body experience.
The statement that cements it all.
Everything in Rodney’s life is about Rodney, and all the insecurities I’ve been feeling for years was just my gut warning me that something wasn’t right.
That he wasn’t the one.
I smile, and for the first time ever, my future feels crystal clear.
Unencumbered.
“Oh, look. There are the guys,” says Rodney. “I'll be back in a minute.”
“Okay.”
I watch him walk away to the other side of the room, and I look around at the beautiful room and then I see a familiar figure talking with a group of men.
The blood drains from my face.
Dylan.
What the fuck is he doing here?
He catches sight of me at exactly the same time, and his face lights up in surprise, he makes his way over.
“Hi, baby,” he gushes as he kisses me softly on the lips. He's wearing a tux.
“What, what….. are you doing here?” I stammer.
