CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
AVA’S POV
Am I aware of the looks and the whispers being thrown our way for the pats almost one hour? Hell yeah and a couple days ago, I would have minded them but something had shifted inside me. I was less worried about what anybody had to say. The people in the diner had stared, not bothering to hide the judgment in their looks and I could tell Tristan was doing their best to ignore them but it wasn’t working out well. I reached over the table, my hand falling on top of his balled up fist. His gaze shot to our hands then back to me, the tension drifting from his face.
“Sorry,” He mumbled, “It's just that the things they are saying about you and-”
“Tristan. Today is about you. So forget whatever the hell anyone is saying,” I smiled warmly at him, “Today focus on yo
