Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 89324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 447(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 447(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
“I went over to your table to say hello, and Adam told me you’d left suddenly and gone outside. He thought maybe I’d want to check on you. Said you didn’t seem right.”
He’s correct about that.
“I see.” I exhaled. “Well, I’m fine. Truly. Just needed some air.”
“Okay. If you say so. You might want to come inside, though, because they’re serving dinner, and it’ll get cold.”
Eating was the last thing I felt like doing right now. “Right.” I nodded. “I’ll come inside in a sec. Don’t worry about me. Please enjoy your night.”
“Okay.” He waved before heading back inside.
Relief washed over me. It was short-lived, however, once I reentered the venue and locked eyes with Tate. He looked just as preoccupied as I felt. I realized that he, too, had probably seen me leave to come outside. But unlike Taylor, Tate knew exactly why I’d needed air.
I forced my eyes away from him. It was hard to look at him and hard not to look at him. Hard to realize the pain in his eyes matched my own. Hard to fathom where we were supposed to go from here. I didn’t know what he knew about me now. Had Taylor spoken about me, even if Tate hadn’t made the connection?
How was I possibly going to handle the weeks to come?
But I had no option to sit this out. I owed Taylor the decency to be present at his wedding. He deserved a beautiful evening without having to worry about me and my “illness.”
After returning to my table, I made small talk with Adam, though he had to be getting the vibe that I wasn’t interested based on my demeanor. Maybe in another life, a blind date with this guy might’ve worked. He was cute and seemed nice. But he’d caught me at the worst possible time, so there was just no chance for us.
Tate’s presence across the room continued to consume me. And when I caught him looking my direction, I had to stop myself from going to him. Even worse was when his date pulled him by the arm onto the dance floor for a slow song. Another woman’s hands on his back as they swayed reminded me of what it felt like to touch him. She looked up at him with the same adoration I remembered feeling. And when he looked over at me as they danced, I was certain he could see the sadness written all over my face.
But there were sparks of goodness as well. I smiled, too, as I noticed Taylor smiling over at Tate. For the first time in his life, Taylor and his father had developed a real relationship. From Taylor’s perspective, all must have seemed right in the world tonight with both of his parents here and getting along. And then I noticed Adam dancing with one of the bridesmaids. Good. At least I hadn’t ruined his night, too.
When the waitstaff began bringing out dessert, I wondered if I’d put in enough time here to make a graceful exit. I’d endured three-quarters of a wedding, so surely it was okay to leave without seeming disrespectful.
I just needed to do it.
Taylor was talking with someone when I came to stand next to him.
“Excuse me,” he said to the guy when he noticed me. He turned in my direction. “Are you feeling better?”
I nodded. “I am, but I think I need to go upstairs and rest. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Of course not. Did you at least eat?”
“I did.” I managed a smile. “The food was delicious.” Well, what I tasted of it.
“Will you be at the brunch tomorrow morning?”
The brunch. I’d nearly forgotten. Accepting that invitation had been a no-brainer before all of this happened. Now it would be another tense event to endure while trying not to seem like a crazy person.
“I’m gonna try,” I told him. “Depends on how I’m feeling in the morning, okay?”
He squeezed my arm. “No pressure. But you should come down and at least make a plate to bring back to your room if you’re still feeling crummy.”
“Okay.” I smiled before reaching out to hug him. “I’m not sure where Juliana is, but please tell her I said goodnight. I’m so happy for you, my friend. This wedding was truly a dream.”
“Thank you for being here, Blair. It wouldn’t have been the same without you.”
“I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.” I smiled, suddenly drowning in guilt. Never would I have knowingly betrayed my friend.
After saying goodbye, I made my way out of the reception hall. I could finally breathe a little.
But back in my room, the countdown began. When would Tate come to see me tonight? I wished I knew. As it was, I’d spend the remainder of the evening on pins and needles, waiting for a knock on the door.