Chapter 23

Emily Warner

The nerve some men have of telling me. He says he should’ve been mad at me. For what? I was an absolute fucking delight to him. Him, on the other hand plays, twists and tosses with my feelings like a god damn toy, according to his own convenience.

God, I am so mad at him.

I was so mad at myself. How could I’ve been so blind that I actually loved Hank! I hate myself for falling for such a shallow and horrible person.

And here I am, at his wedding, searching for that beautiful man, who made me feel beautiful and accepted me with all of my many flaws and imperfections.

Just one glimpse at him, lord, I swear I will never ask for anything else. Please.

I think as I walk to the party dressed in my tight party silver dress and heels that clunked against the glass floor, making me feel like a lead actress in a movie. I was happy that for once my outfit, hair and body corporate and that I looked good.

I just hope Luc