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It sure has.
Payton is a single child, so she’s asked Bella, her soon-to-be sister-in-law, to be the other bridesmaid. Levi and Atlas will stand alongside Knox.
“Do they get along okay?” I ask, referring to Ward and her parents as we walk inside the house.
House is a little inaccurate.
It’s a huge mansion. Enormous. The driveway took me nearly a full minute to drive down before I parked, and I hadn’t even seen the second helicopter initially.
“Yes. Ward is amazing and you’ve met Atlas and Levi. They’re easy to get along with.”
I was the easy one but no need to go into that.
Even with my best friend.
“Great,” I say, spinning around and around as I take in the huge entrance and stunning chandeliers hanging above us.
Holy hell it’s incredible.
If I thought the outside was jaw dropping, it’s nothing compared to the opulent wealth obvious on every single inch inside.
The lobby is spacious and there are two staircases which lead upstairs. I feel like I’m in a hotel, not home. But at the same time it feels inviting and warm.
This is where Atlas grew up.
Not that I should even be thinking about him.
Irrelevant.
We half had sex. That’s all.
Moving on.
“Why do you ask?” Payton keeps walking through the house, clearly accustomed to the environment. Then again she’s living with Knox now in his kabillion-dollar penthouse.
I could say I was just making conversation, but I missed the small engagement party they had—again, they’ve done things differently because she’s pregnant and not feeling well—and when I compare it to my experience it’s like reliving it.
Or how mine should’ve been.
Steve didn’t want to have an engagement party for obvious reasonsnowand of course my family had never met his.
My parents had never met his. I didn’t know his friends. He said they were all busy people, and we’d meet before the wedding.
There were so many signs.
So why did he propose? When I asked all he said wasI shouldn’t have done that.That’s it. That’s the entire explanation he gave me before leaving.
And has never answered my calls or messages to give me any kind of closure.
Just ghosted me.
Asshole.
I didn’t even have an engagement ring to throw in the ocean or at a wall. I was just left with a broken heart and truckload of shame.
Having to face my parents in person was hard. My dad looked at me with pity and some kind of self-blame. As if he was responsible for my stupidity.
Mom told me all the things I already knew. “You should have insisted you meet his parents. Where does he really live? What about work. Did you go to his work?”
