Chapter 3

I snagged a glass of champagne for myself before sitting in one of the chairs against the wall. I watched the grooms grope each other during a slow song on the dance floor while the guests around them attempted to do the same with willing partners. Nothing like a drunken orgy, right?

Still, Viola’s words made me feel out of sorts. It had hurt to see Van fucking someone else, though I knew that was irrational. We were nothing to each other, after all. Never had been, apparently. It had only been wishful thinking on my part, something I could have sworn I’d seen in his eyes whenever we’d made love, though he’d never said anything out loud. Had I been projecting my feelings on him?

Maybe I should finally clue in to the fact that not everyone has a happily-ever-after. It didn’t seem as if I would, at this rate.

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