Celeste
The last week had been the longest of my life.
Seven days of avoiding Jared, of keeping my head down my eyes away from his and keeping my distance.
Thanks to Genevieve it had been easier than it should have been, she never left his side not for a second. She was always there, clinging to his arm, touching his chest, whispering in his ear.
It was like she knew.
Like she could smell my fear and my want and she was determined to stamp it out by keeping him locked away from me.
And it worked.
I barely saw him and when I did, he was surrounded by her… by wedding planners and by people who belonged in his world.
I was just a ghost floating through the edges.
I missed him.
God I missed him so much it hurt.
The way he looked at me, how his voice dropped when he talked to m
