Gwen threw herself into her job at full force. She didn’t want to think of the rejection she received from Deacon or the way he saw her as being certifiable. But the memory of that night had a funny way of sneaking its way into her brain, projecting it as her foremost thought-even though she tried to fight it. She became so entangled within the memory of how he looked to her and the words they spoke to each other, that it showed through her gaze-causing for her to have allowed others to see her heartbroken emotion on her proverbial sleeve. Although everyone had been kept in the dark in regards to her love for Deacon, they knew there was something between her and the male figure of the couple that was set to be married that next day. But with Deacon having taken that night off for pre-marit
