The last thing I want is to attend one of my sister’s “parties,” but she insisted. I scowl into my glass, determined to wallow – drowning myself in scotch.She rolls her eyes, simply saying, “Because…” before walking off.
I’m on my fifth drink, mood still dour, when I see him.
At first, I glance down, chalking it up to imagination and too much alcohol.A glass appears before me; I look up.
His blue eyes are apologetic. “Sorry I’m so late, darlin’.”
His smile makes my world right again.
Just look at them, giggling away like a gaggle of hens…or is that geese?I frown, shaking my head.
Bella, Rose, and Alice all huddle together, talking excitedly about the dance.
Pretending to care, I smile, rolling my eyes at the guys.
I shred the roll I bought for lunch to pieces, unable to eat because my stomach is in knots.
I asked Bella to be my date, to much teasing from everyone.
Again, I wonder why I did it.
One glance at the silhouette in blond next to me is my answer.
Because you can’t ask him.