Homecoming Love
I used to love so much. It's been seven years since I last saw him, but
h
body is even bigger now, more muscular and toned. I can tell even with all the layers of his suit covering it. His chiseled jawline is
hat situation, I was definitely not in the mood to notice how handsome he was in one. His dark hair is a bit long
t is, his d
one man be
gotten more han
pt anyone else watching, and that's when I notice it-the woman coming
eone. A woman. To m
e me, even though I have no id
e thoughtful than to bring a date to
rought someone else. It's been seven years, after all. I shouldn't be m
to divert my attention back to the
ll he also spotted his friend walking in. And he also noticed my reaction. I really hope I didn't make it too obvio
bit of champag
ld Alice's bouquet, but I don't dare make a move. I almost let out a sigh of relief when we're finally allowed to walk out of the c
someone who usually drowns herself in alcoh
ber. Not if it means I might have to talk to Spe
,
d it to me if his best friend-my ex-boyfriend-had go
hing he would do. But again, what do I know about him? I
y I'm influenced by his presence. In the end, I've ended up doi
ks toward me. I'm leaning against Dad's truck, waiting for them t
idn't I?" I mumbl
st be really hard for you," she say
e." Lauren shows up, the frown on her face warming my heart. I
ed by him bringing a date to my brother's wedding." I'm trying to convinc
e more considerate," s
forcing me to look at her. "Tonight is about your brother and your family. Screw Spencer
means a lot to me that you're all so supportiv
I've just said is utter nonsense. "You're not being a bitch abo
erfly in the family-alongside Chad-but it still impresses me when she has these moments of w
the first thing I do when I walk inside is grab a glass of champagne. The ranch is starting to get filled with people quickly, so I t
arty. The music also helps a lot, and I dance until my feet start to hurt. At this point, I'
since the music is really loud and Lauren, Poppy, and a
ing at me but tilting her hea
bathroom!" I yell
you?" She turns to face me, her brow
her with my hands. "Of cou
ed with glasses of champagne. I ponder grabbing another one, but my bladder is
hair is a little sweaty and messy, not to mention that the hairstyle I put together for the ceremony is far gone by now. My makeup was worth every pen
ashing my face with cold water, but that'd ruin my makeup for good, and I'm not ready to go to bed yet. So,
e back door into the kitchen, I encounter the o
er Ba