“Would it be crazy to sit together tonight?” he asked, his tone half-teasing but with a hint of sincerity.
I considered it for a moment before nodding. “I guess we could.”
Lauren chimed in, snapping me out of the moment. “Ready to head to our seats? I think Camille has some saved for us.”
“Of course, she does,” I said with a laugh.
We said goodbye to the girls, leaving them in the classroom, and headed back to the gym where the concert was taking place.
Camille waved us over, her seats perfectly situated in front and center.
“Camille, is it ok that I have one more person crashing in on your seats?” I asked her.
“Of course, sit, sit, everyone.” She responded.
Camille introduced her husband to Will. “This is Tate,” she said.
“Hey, nice to meet you,” Will said, shaking his hand.
As we settled in, I noticed Will’s gaze drift across the room, landing on Kelly, who was sitting with Jeff and Madison.
“I’m just going to go say hi to Madison,” he said, standing up.
“Alright,” I said, watching as he made his way over.
While he was gone, Camille and Lauren leaned in.
“So, how are you doing with Brooke here?” Lauren asked quietly, her tone cautious.
I glanced toward Jason and Brooke, who were sitting a few rows back. “It’s all good,” I said honestly.
“Wow, divorce looks so good on you, darling,” Camille said, grinning.
I laughed.
“Well, she’s clearly happy with the most eligible bachelor in all of Orange County,” Lauren added with a wink.
Camille leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “So, are you two official?”
“I think so,” I said, smiling. “I told Jason. Bebe and James know too. He told Kelly, but it didn’t go over well. He is going to tell his kids Friday.”
“The ex will get over it.” Lauren said. “Didn’t you say she is engaged?”
I nodded, “She is.”
“Oh, honey, I’m so happy for you,” Camille said. “That man is head over heels for you.”
Will returned just as the lights dimmed. He slid into the seat next to me, leaning in close.
I glanced toward Madison, who was sitting with her mom. Her expression darkened the moment she saw us together. Her eyes locked on mine, and I felt her glare like a laser.
“Will,” I whispered, “did you tell Madison?”
“No,” he admitted, his tone quiet but firm. “I didn’t tell her anything yet.”
I let out a small sigh. “Maybe it was a bad idea for us to sit together.”
The gym buzzed with excitement as the lights dimmed, and the sound of shuffling feet filled the room. Parents whispered to one another, craning their necks to get a better view of the stage.
