“What?”
“I don’t want to ruin the party with her worrying about Grandma Betty. We both know she will. She’ll probably sit at a table by herself holding her phone and crying or something. This is a big night; I don’t want to steal it from her.”
“She’s going to ask.”
The guys don’t know about the fight we had, and it’s probably best not to share it right now.
“I know. I’m not asking you to lie, but please do your best to not tell her everything.”
“Tobias, this … she’s going to be mad at you.”
I nod even though he can't see me. She will. I know. But our relationship is changing anyway. Maybe it’ll be easier for us to back away from each other if she’s upset with me.
“I’ll explain to her later.”
“Are you sure this is what you want to do? She’s your best friend.”
She is. She always will be, even if she doesn't want to be mine anymore.
“I’m sure.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
NATALIE
I should dress up more often.
I smooth my hand over the white strapless dress that’s form-fitted to my body and do a spin in the mirror. I had my makeup done for tonight. Well, the professional I hired pretty much used it as a trial for the wedding day, and my hair is down in waves, giving it a whole twenties maybe thirties vibe.
I feel beautiful, and I love it.
“Natalie, are you ready?” Griffin asks, stepping into our room. He smiles from ear to ear. “You look great,” he says and kisses my cheek.
“Thank you. Your suit is very sharp.”
He stands next to me in the mirror and kisses the top of my head.
“We should go.”
He moves quickly, but I stand still. He complimented me, but I don't know. I thought maybe he’d have more of a reaction.
I groan and grab my bag.
I’m totally overthinking everything these days. Is this what getting married is supposed to be like? Questioning every moment, every word, every look from your fiancé?
I totally get why people elope.
The fact that Tobias and I still haven’t talked is weighing on me too.
I need to apologize for what I said. I was out of line.
And I need to hear him out.
I meet Griffin at the door, and he follows me out to his car. He opens the door for me, winks at me with another smile, and then walks around to the driver's side.
As soon as we get there, the room is already full of our friends and family. People greet us the minute we walk in. After about twenty minutes, Nora walks by with two champagne glasses, handing them to me and Griffin as he chats with a colleague, his arms around my hips to keep me at his side. I silently thank her and smile at the other guests who wave at me.
“Excuse me,” I interrupt my fiancé. “I’m going to go say hello to my family.” I hold out my hand to a guy I know he works with, but I cannot remember his name. “It’s great to see you again. Thank you for coming.”
