“I’m a groomsman, I knew you had a family thing on, I can’t believe it’s the same wedding as mine.”
Oh.
My.
God.
I awkwardly fake a laugh.
“You look breathtaking.” He puts his arm around me and kisses my temple, “I just got your text, I missed you today too,” he whispers in my ear.
“Dylan…”
Oh no.
“Who's this?” Mary asks.
I swallow the lump in my throat as I look between them.
This can’t be happening.
“This is Dylan. Dylan this is Mary.”
She fakes a smile as she looks him up and down, she knows something is up by our familiar greeting.
Please earth, swallow me up.
Dylan smiles proudly over at me, and I feel the blood start to drain out of my face.
“You're in the bridal party?” I ask.
“Sure am.”
“How do you know the groom?” I squeak as I try to think of an escape plan.
“We went to the Police Academy together, been best of friends ever since. What’s your connection?”
I hesitate,
“Dylan,” I hear a familiar voice yell with a laugh.
“Rodney,” Dylan smiles, he and Rodney shake hands.
Oh fuck, it gets worse, they know each other. This can't be happening.
“This is my mother, Mary, and I see you've met my girlfriend, Zoe,” Rodney smiles as he puts his arm around me.
Dylan's face falls as he looks between the two of us.
“I'm not your girlfriend, Rodney,” I say uncomfortably as I step out of his grip. “We’re friends, we're just friends,” I stammer in a panic.
Dylan takes a step back as if hit by a physical blow, his eyes flick between the two of us. “So…. you are here together on a date then?” he asks.
“Just as friends,” I snap.
“Now, now,” Rodney smiles. “Zoe and I dated for six years and we're just getting back together. Aren't we, Zoe?” He puts his hand around my waist, I inwardly die a little,
Dylan tips his head back and drains his glass. “Excuse me,” he says before rushing out of the room. I stare after him as my heart races in my chest.
