Love Rewritten and other series
e white gowns lined the walls, shimmering under the soft lighting. Normally, I would
ing beside me, the t
y with the seamstress. I stood awkwardly near the mirror
. He leaned against a nearby display, hands in his pocket
give him the
ence. "Are we just going to pre
here's nothing
s no humor in it. "Right. Because avoidin
ou want me to say, Lucas? That I regret how
, but his gaze darkene
I moved on. Maybe yo
something that looked a lot like hurt-
emerged from the fitting room,
r the distraction, an
fectly, the lace details delicate and intricate. It
in my throat and forced a
can't believe this is happening." She tu
ened as he took her in.
hen we're good to go!" She turned back to the seamstres
e moment had passed. But as I turne
was no mistaking the
h twist, heat cr
dangerous
e wors
e I wanted t
l boutique was even more unb
r her final dress adjustments. He just stood there, watching me with th
idn
the rehearsal dinner would be held, the si
n the window, watching
"Are you going to ign
ch. "I'm not
ed at me since we
yes. "You're
m
, scowling. "
ed slightly. "
"You're im
gainst the steering wheel.
in a shar
ocking or bitter. If anything, there was somethi
it me like a p
go," I muttered, turnin
iately. When he finally sp
t feel
riefly, willing my
wasn'
wed to say thi
long convincing myself t
er should've happene
air
my voice sharper than I
hed but d
nt, but this time, it wasn't j
omething
ther of us kn
-
n light over the sprawling garden. The rehearsal dinner was already in full swing
the entrance, wavi
as we approached. "I was star
t lost. Just takin
Emma was too busy ushe
" she said, dragging me toward the
me-until I saw where ex
next t
ust winked before hurrying o
ai
into his seat. "Looks l
g into my chair.
ood. My focus was split between making small talk with the
le-was sitting directly across from us, wat
her wine glass. "So, Claire, how does it
e smile. "It's b
Lucas, amusement danci
my jaw but
because he suddenly leaned in, his
as c
ca
so close to me sent
ing my reaction. "Relax,
glare. "For
is breath brushin
, I knew this nigh
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