“Rodney,” someone calls from behind us, Rodney turns and shakes his hand, and my eyes go Mary.
“This isn't how it looks,” I whisper.
She raises an unimpressed eyebrow, “How do you think it looks Zoe?”
My eyes dart to the door to where Dylan has disappeared, I need to speak to him. “Excuse me,” I say.
I rush out, look around, it's just on dusk and getting dark.
My heart is hammering hard in my chest.
Where is he?
I walk through the car park over to a Gazebo.
I catch sight of him in the garden staring out over the pond, and I tentatively walk over.
“Dill?” I say softly, “I can explain.”
“Don't.”
“He's my ex, and I was going to tell him tonight that we're not getting back together and it's just…… complicated.”
“Okay.” He looks straight ahead, cold and hard, seemingly unaffected.
“What do you mean, okay?” I ask.
“It's fine, Zoe, go back to your date.”
“What do you mean?” I stammer as I begin to panic. “I'm with you. I just.”
“Have you told him that?”
“I haven't had a chance to yet, his mother was in the car.”
“Well…. that just sounds like a great family date, doesn't it?” He smiles sarcastically, “See you around, yeah?” He walks back into the reception area.
“Dylan,” I call, “Can we talk about this?”
“Nothing to talk about.”
“Dylan.”
He disappears into the function center without another word.
I put my head into my hands, “Oh my god.”
I walk back to the ballroom to see Dylan sitting alone at the bridal table and my heart breaks. I can’t talk to him up there and I don’t want him to have to watch me all night while I sit at a table with Rodney and his mother.
What do I do……? What do I do……?
I’m going to leave, I have to. It’s the only way.
I weave through the crowd and up to Rodney, “Can I speak to you for a moment please?”
“I’m talking.” He frowns, annoyed at my interruption.
“Now,” I whisper angrily. Fucks sake don’t give me your crap Rodney, you asshole.
