When I stood, Edward was still waiting.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
“I’m still mad at you.”
“You should be.”
“I’m still mad at you.”
Before I could answer, Max approached.
He had left the trousers on the table.
His smugness had returned.
Max looked at Edward.
Then at me.
“You’re marrying Claire,” I said. “You got what you wanted. Why do you still need me to be undesirable?”
His smugness had returned.
He didn’t answer.
Claire had followed him.
She stood several feet behind us.
Max glanced at her.
“She’s twisting this.”
Claire looked at me.
Then at him.
“You told me she stopped trying.”
“She’s twisting this.”
Max frowned.
“She did.”
Claire’s eyes stayed on him.
“That’s not what I just heard.”
