Diary of a Wedding Planner in Love (Tales Behind the Veils Book 2) Read Online Free
Author: Violet Howe
distorted through this new lens.
It was all too much to sort through.
Some drunk chick came into the bathroom and offered to help me up, but I could stand up on my own. I wasn't drunk. Just blindsided. I knew I couldn't go back to the table and act like nothing was wrong.
I couldn't sit there with Galen's eyes boring a hole through in me. Cabe would know something was up, and I needed more time to process this before I mentioned it to him. I was positive he had no idea his sister had played bodyguard in the bathroom and threatened me. The last thing I wanted to do was cause a problem between them.
I splashed water on my face and rinsed the puke taste from my mouth. I wished I could just leave and go home without going back to the table. But I couldn't do that to him. Not on top of everything else I'd evidently already done.
I made my way back amid the guffaws of laughter erupting around me. I couldn't make out the comedian's words, and it seemed for a moment the audience was laughing at me.
" How could you not know? How could you be so stupid? Best friends, huh? Poor guy!"
I tried not to make eye contact with anyone, even though I knew the remarks were only in my imagination.
Cabe stood when I got back to our booth, but I shook my head and reached to grab my purse. I very carefully avoided any glance in Galen's direction at all.
"What's wrong?" He leaned down to ask me, his hand lightly stroking my back. I wanted to throw myself in his arms and beg his forgiveness. I wanted to go back to the happiness of a few minutes before.
"I don't feel well. I got sick in the bathroom, and I want to go home."
"Okay, let me drive you."
I shook my head again.
"No. I have my car. I'll be fine."
"I don't want you to drive if you're not feeling well. Let me take you home, and we'll come back and get your car in the morning."
Tears welled up in my eyes and threatened to spill down my cheeks. I knew he'd never let me go if he saw me crying. I swallowed hard and shook my head back and forth, getting dizzier with each movement.
"No, I have the wedding tomorrow. I don't want to risk being late. I'm fine. Just something I ate probably. I'll text you to let you know I made it home."
He stared at me intently, and I prayed the lights were dim enough that he couldn't see my face well. He knew me. He'd know I was lying. That I wasn't fine. At all.
I reached up on tiptoe and placed my lips gingerly against his cheek, wanting to remain there for as long as it took to figure out everything, but the people behind us were already starting to comment about us blocking their view.
"Ty, let me tell Galen we're leaving, and I'll follow you home."
My stomach revolted at the sound of her name, and I laid my hand across my belly to calm it.
"No! You stay here. Enjoy the rest of the show. I just want to get home and go to bed. I'll be fine."
He frowned and looked away. Guilt racked me. I'd let him down. For much more than just this.
"Let her go," Galen said behind him. "She's a big girl. She can handle herself. Sit down so the people behind you can see."
Anger sparked within me, and I resisted the urge to reach around Cabe and slap his sister across her smug face. Regardless of how badly I may have screwed everything up, none of it was intentional. I cared for Cabe deeply. I loved him. It had just taken me a while to acknowledge it. Whatever happened between us now would be for us to decide, not Galen.
I told Cabe goodbye and stumbled my way through the crowd, hoping he wouldn't follow me almost as much as I was praying he would.
I drove home in a blur of tears as I sorted through the chaos in my mind.
I wondered how much Cabe had discussed with Galen. Was she just going by her own gut instincts, or had he admitted his feelings to her? Lamented over my seeming lack of interest? She came across pretty damned certain of what she was asserting, so they must have talked at some point.
But had he told her about New Year's Eve? I mean, we hadn't
It was all too much to sort through.
Some drunk chick came into the bathroom and offered to help me up, but I could stand up on my own. I wasn't drunk. Just blindsided. I knew I couldn't go back to the table and act like nothing was wrong.
I couldn't sit there with Galen's eyes boring a hole through in me. Cabe would know something was up, and I needed more time to process this before I mentioned it to him. I was positive he had no idea his sister had played bodyguard in the bathroom and threatened me. The last thing I wanted to do was cause a problem between them.
I splashed water on my face and rinsed the puke taste from my mouth. I wished I could just leave and go home without going back to the table. But I couldn't do that to him. Not on top of everything else I'd evidently already done.
I made my way back amid the guffaws of laughter erupting around me. I couldn't make out the comedian's words, and it seemed for a moment the audience was laughing at me.
" How could you not know? How could you be so stupid? Best friends, huh? Poor guy!"
I tried not to make eye contact with anyone, even though I knew the remarks were only in my imagination.
Cabe stood when I got back to our booth, but I shook my head and reached to grab my purse. I very carefully avoided any glance in Galen's direction at all.
"What's wrong?" He leaned down to ask me, his hand lightly stroking my back. I wanted to throw myself in his arms and beg his forgiveness. I wanted to go back to the happiness of a few minutes before.
"I don't feel well. I got sick in the bathroom, and I want to go home."
"Okay, let me drive you."
I shook my head again.
"No. I have my car. I'll be fine."
"I don't want you to drive if you're not feeling well. Let me take you home, and we'll come back and get your car in the morning."
Tears welled up in my eyes and threatened to spill down my cheeks. I knew he'd never let me go if he saw me crying. I swallowed hard and shook my head back and forth, getting dizzier with each movement.
"No, I have the wedding tomorrow. I don't want to risk being late. I'm fine. Just something I ate probably. I'll text you to let you know I made it home."
He stared at me intently, and I prayed the lights were dim enough that he couldn't see my face well. He knew me. He'd know I was lying. That I wasn't fine. At all.
I reached up on tiptoe and placed my lips gingerly against his cheek, wanting to remain there for as long as it took to figure out everything, but the people behind us were already starting to comment about us blocking their view.
"Ty, let me tell Galen we're leaving, and I'll follow you home."
My stomach revolted at the sound of her name, and I laid my hand across my belly to calm it.
"No! You stay here. Enjoy the rest of the show. I just want to get home and go to bed. I'll be fine."
He frowned and looked away. Guilt racked me. I'd let him down. For much more than just this.
"Let her go," Galen said behind him. "She's a big girl. She can handle herself. Sit down so the people behind you can see."
Anger sparked within me, and I resisted the urge to reach around Cabe and slap his sister across her smug face. Regardless of how badly I may have screwed everything up, none of it was intentional. I cared for Cabe deeply. I loved him. It had just taken me a while to acknowledge it. Whatever happened between us now would be for us to decide, not Galen.
I told Cabe goodbye and stumbled my way through the crowd, hoping he wouldn't follow me almost as much as I was praying he would.
I drove home in a blur of tears as I sorted through the chaos in my mind.
I wondered how much Cabe had discussed with Galen. Was she just going by her own gut instincts, or had he admitted his feelings to her? Lamented over my seeming lack of interest? She came across pretty damned certain of what she was asserting, so they must have talked at some point.
But had he told her about New Year's Eve? I mean, we hadn't
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