“I think we should let them talk,” Josie says before giving me an empathetic look and pulling a drunken Jordan away.
“You know, I don’t think I have anything to say,” Gavin announces as he starts to turn around.
“Wait,” I say, grabbing his arm, but he pulls back.
“To anyone,” he tells me before marching off.
With my mouth hanging open and my chin quivering, I turn to Holly. She pulls away from me, her face in her hands as she cries.
And I don’t know what to do. Everything is falling apart, and it’s all my fault.
Chapter 35
Gavin
I have seena lot of shit-storms in my forty-five years of life, but this one takes the cake.
What the actual fuck just happened?
Ben is trying to talk to Holly, who is bawling, and rightfully so.
Josie brings Jordan back to the main area. Lucky for him, I was looking for somewhere to take out my frustrations, and his cocky mouth looks like the place to unload.
I don’t know what Charlotte is doing, or should I say,Charlie?If I am being honest, I’m not really interested right now. My head is spinning so fast with all the new information that I feel like I’m going to be sick.
“How could you not tell me that the wedding planner was Charlie?” I hear Holly ask.
“Because it doesn’t matter,” Ben backpedals.
“It doesn’t matter that your ex-girlfriend is in charge of our wedding?!” she cries out.
“No, because she isn’t my soulmate, Holly; you are! And you liked her so much–”
“I feel so stupid,” Holly sobs again.
Don’t feel stupid.
If there is anyone who isn’t at fault in this whole scenario, it’s Holly. I feel guilty enough that my defiant march back to my cabin slows.
“You shouldn’t feel stupid,” Ben tells her, and I can hear the desperation in his voice. It hurts. I’m not particularly happy with him either. It’s not that it was my business that Charlotte was his ex, but that he didn’t say anything didn’t help matters. “This is my fault. I should have told you the second we met with her. That way you could’ve decided whether you wanted to use her as the planner still.”
“Or whether or not I still wanted to get married to someone who hides things from me,” she says. “How do I know you’re not hiding anything else?”
“Because I love you!” Ben blurts out.
“And I love you, but I don’t keep things from you. I don’t let you waltz around looking like a fool with your head in the clouds while planning what is supposed to be the happiest day of my life!”
“Holly, please…”
“It’s not your fault,” I say, walking back over to them, whether it’s a good idea or not.
“Stay out of this,” Ben says with his chest puffed, but I ignore him. He’s a stacked guy, but I could absolutely take him if I needed to. Age hasn’t changed that.
“I think all of us owe you an apology.”Because at the end of the day, all that matters is your special day.”
“Exactly,” Ben agrees with me, and for a second, I wonder if we are killing two birds with one stone. “That’s all that matters. Well, that and the fact that my dad was lying to me about banging my ex.”
Alright, well nevermind.
