The night of Liam’s show, I was so nervous that I couldn’t eat all day. My hands shook as I put on my makeup. My hair had to be put up in a bun because I couldn’t manage to hold the curling iron without burning my ears. By the time I arrived at the gallery, I was a frazzled, sweaty mess, despite the fact that it was all of forty degrees outside and bound to rain tonight.
I was determined to apologize, at the very least. Most of all, to tell Liam I loved him. Even if he no longer loved me, at least I would be honest finally.
Entering the gallery, I looked for Liam, only to see lots of people who were not Liam. The crowd was large enough that I bumped people’s shoulders as I wound my way through the gallery. I snagged a glass of white wine to brace myself.
It was only when I was near the
