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"You're not an idiot," she reassured me as she pulled me in for a hug. "Jasmine's the idiot. You gave her everything, and she betrayed you. Forget about her." I winced at her suggestion as I looked back up at her.

"How, though?" I asked, my voice pained by her betrayal. "I loved her. I wanted her to marry me." Isabella gave me a comforting smile as she shook her head.

"You definitely dodged a bullet on that one," she replied, trying to comfort me. "You found out that she wasn't the one before you made the mistake of marrying her. Now, you know the warning signs for next time." I allowed her to comfort me a little while longer before looking back up at her.

"It still hurts," I told her, still unsure of what to do. "Even though she hurt me, I still love her." Isabella shook her head at me.

"Absolutely not," she argued. "Get that stupid girl out of your head. She's no good for you." Realizing that there was no arguing due to how right she was, I sighed and nodded my head in response.

"Alright," I agreed reluctantly before looking her in the eye. "I guess I'll have to figure something else out for my plus one for Xavier's wedding this weekend." Isabella scoffed as she rose to her feet, shaking her head at me as she started towards the doorway once again.

"If you ask me, you shouldn't go," she said as she made her way across the living room. "Between Jasmine being invited by herself and weddings being the worst place for someone who just broke up, I recommend a nice, quiet evening at home this weekend." As much as I wanted to, I knew that I couldn't.

"I'm Xavier's best man," I reminded her. "I have to go. It's too late to back down, and I refuse to be that type of friend to him." Realizing I was right, she sighed and looked back towards me.

"I guess you're right," she agreed, sounding annoyed by the fact that she had forgotten this fact. After considering it for a moment, she shrugged. "I say go alone and see if you can meet someone while you're there. Otherwise, you can always take me. I never do much on Saturdays anyways." After considering this for a moment, I shrugged.

"Would you like to go?" I asked. "Xavier hasn't seen you in so long." She gave me a mischievous smile and shook her head.

"I know that," she reminded me, making me feel foolish. "That's why he invited me already." Realizing she was right, I smacked myself in the head.

"Geeh, thanks," I told her. "I can't believe I forgot about that." Laughing, she shook her head at me.

"You should go to the kitchen," she finally told me. "Your dinner is waiting for you in the dining room, and your blubbering over that idiot girl has probably made it grow cold." Taking a deep breath, I rose to my feet and stretched.

"Hey, Isabella?" I said as she started towards the kitchen. As soon as she turned to look at me again, I smiled. "Thanks for always being there for me. At least now I know that you'll always be there to look after me." She smiled and nodded towards the kitchen.

"Stop getting sentimental," she told me as she started towards the kitchen. "It doesn't suit you very well."

Following her to the kitchen, I sat down and ate my dinner of roast beef, roasted vegetables, rolls, and mashed potatoes topped with brown gravy. Washing it down with some red wine and Auntie Isabella's chocolate cheesecake for dessert, I helped her clean the kitchen, despite the way she insisted I let her do it all. Once we were done, she bid me goodnight and retired to her room, and I went to mine.

Once alone in my room, I quickly showered, washing away the disappointments of the day and climbed into bed. There was nothing on live TV worth watching, so I let the evening news drone on in the background as I turned my attention to my phone. After checking my text messages and missed calls, I yawned deeply and layed down, ready to fall asleep.

Tomorrow was another day. The first thing I would do is ensure that I got over Jasmine. After that, I would be able to make it through Xavier's wedding without any problems.

CHAPTER THREE

Charity

As I had expected, once I lived in the house for the next thirty days, I would be allowed to sell the house and move away. Derek Lanberger reviewed the will and confirmed it for me within a few days. He also advised me to report back to him in case the family lawyer tried to mess me over. After that, he offered me a job at his law firm, where I was to be a junior associate, and I accepted, grateful for Father's insistence that I study law.

I was still in school, which made it hard to work the hours, but Derek promised he would help me with it. In the meantime, I would start my job on Monday after I got out of work. That meant I had the weekend to myself.

Since I didn't have anything better to do, I reached out to Heather only to find out that she was attending her boss's wedding this weekend. Realizing I had no other friends and nothing better to do, I realized it would be better to accept her invitation when she asked me to go to the wedding with her and Jeremiah, her new boyfriend who was about the same age as our parents had been, than stay home in the hauntingly silent house. Desperate to get out and start to spread my wings, I eagerly agreed and found myself at the wedding the following Saturday.

"I'm so glad you made it," Heather said when they picked me up for the ceremony. "I was afraid you would change your mind." Raising an eyebrow at her, I shook my head.

"Me?" I asked. "Change my mind? Why on Earth would I do that? I needed something to do anyway." Getting in the car, I stopped when I saw Jeremiah.

He was much taller and buffer than my father had ever been, and he looked more like a laborer than anything. I wondered how Heather could be attracted to someone like him, but I didn't question it. Instead, I gave him a polite smile, and we were on our way.

It was a beautiful outdoor wedding held next to a pond, and I got to meet Xavier and Stephanie, the happy couple whose union we were celebrating. After the ceremony, I sat down at the table with Heather and Jeremiah, and I quickly realized something strange about the gathering of people who had been invited to the wedding. The more I looked around, the more it was confirmed.

All the men at this wedding were in their late thirties or early forties while all the women were about my age!

I rubbed my eyes as I looked around, doing everything I could to not panic. I was at a Daddy/Little wedding and surrounded by Daddies and Littles. I knew it was a kink, but, after seeing the large number of people in the group, the reality of it all hit me like a ton of bricks. Needing some fresh air as far from the reception as I could, I excused myself from the table and decided to take a walk.

As soon as I was away from the gathering, I took off my heels and started walking around in the soft grass, loving the way each blade felt between my toes. It felt like I was walking on the softest of shag carpets, and I loved it. When no one was looking, I carefully sat down in the grass, careful not to stain my satin dress.