Then Max saw us.
His eyes went first to me.
Then Edward.
Then back to me.
His eyes went first to me.
For one lovely second, he didn’t know what to say.
Claire stood beside him in a fitted white gown. She looked beautiful.
I hated that noticing it still hurt.
Max approached.
“So this is your plus-one?”
I hated that noticing it still hurt.
“Max, this is Edward.”
Edward offered his hand.
“Congratulations.”
Max looked him up and down.
Then he laughed.
Not a polite chuckle.
An actual laugh.
“Max, this is Edward.”
Several people nearby turned.
I felt Edward’s sleeve bunch under my fingers and realized I’d grabbed it.
“Max, why are you laughing?” I asked.
“Him?”
He looked around as though he expected someone else to appreciate the joke.
