“Sure, fine.”
“Nat, come on. Talk to me.”
“I have to go,” I say, hanging up the phone.
My heart is still racing with adrenaline a minute after the call end.
Did he really just say those awful things to Griffin? It’s not like him. And then to accuse him of cheating!
I can’t …
Then again, it’s not like me to say the hurtful things I just said either.
This time, the tears can’t be stopped. If I was worried about losing my best friend after I got married, I guess I can stop now.
I’m pretty sure it just happened.
CHAPTER SEVEN
TOBIAS
What’s the point of an engagement party?
I stare at the suit I had dry-cleaned earlier this week and run a hand through my hair.
They posted a picture of the ring online to make the announcement and sent out save-the-date cards. People already know it’s happening. Not to mention, my group of friends held a little surprise party for Nat the weekend after it happened. It doesn’t matter that Griffin was out of town and wasn't there to celebrate—we already did this.
I just don't get it.
Maybe the invitation said more, but I still haven’t opened it.
Natalie gave me all the details in person. Reading them seemed pointless. Hello, it’s not like I'd forget. I remember everything that woman has ever said to me. Her likes, her dislikes, her dreams and goals, how she broke her leg in fifth grade and pretended she was still healing to get out of track even after her cast was off and she felt great. I couldn’t forget anything about her even if I tried.
I blow out a breath.
Which is exactly why her words from the last time we talked, two nights ago, keep playing in my mind.
Just because your life isn’t going the way you wanted doesn’t mean you need to bring me down with you.
Is that what I’ve been doing?
Is this why I’ve been looking for a reason to make Griffin the villain?
I saw the way he looked at that waitress, and my gut still says that “my love” text wasn’t from Natalie, but I have no proof.
Just a gut feeling Natalie might have just summed up in one statement. Maybe I am miserable, and I’m looking to put everyone on my level.
Shit, does she even still want me there tonight?
I can’t imagine not being there for her.
I guess I’ll know my answer when they kick me out or not. Knowing Griffin, he probably will.
I stand, ready to get dressed and put on my best smile for the rest of the night. I’ve barely removed the coat off the hanger when my phone rings.
It’s not a number I recognize. Probably spam, but this sinking feeling in my gut tells me I should answer it.
Or maybe I’ll just do anything right now to avoid getting ready for the night.
