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TEN MINUTES LATER, the Uber I booked pulls up outside and I slip out of the house unnoticed.
When I arrive at the airport, I buy a seat on the next flight home to Philadelphia. Then I curl up in one of the plastic airport seats and hug my bag while I wait for my flight to be called.
I feel like one of those jilted heroines in a movie who ran away from their own wedding. My hair is still up and despite the tear lines down my cheeks, I have a stupid amount of makeup on.
Broken glam.
That’s what I’d call it if I was to market this look for my clients. Whatever. I’m too drunk and broken hearted to care what anyone thinks.
I message Payton knowing she’ll worry I’ve been kidnapped or something when she eventually notices that I’m missing.
It could be tonight or in the morning.
But at least I’ve told someone where I am.
Sorry, had to race home. Hope the rest of the night was amazing. Congratulations again, Mrs. Montgomery. Molly xx
Mrs. Montgomery.
God I’m a fool. As if Atlas would fall in love with me and I’d end up the next Montgomery bride.
I’m such an idiot!
My flight is called, and I stand, gathering my things. Then walk up to the gate and hand them my ticket.
It’s time to go home.
Goodbye Atlas.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
ATLAS
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“Where’s Molly?” Payton calls out as she skips off the dance floor and joins us.
I’m standing around talking to Knox, Levi, and Blake. I’m also the wrong person to ask but she doesn’t know that.
Molly is probably somewhere stabbing a voodoo doll of me multiple times, hoping for my pending and painful death.
I shrug.
Across the room I spot my father dancing with Harper and Olivia, while Daniel glares at them. He really is living on the edge these days. Although, I have a feeling even Daniel Dufort wouldn’t confront Ward Montgomery.
Both are powerful men.
But my father has something a little more.
“Haven’t seen her,” I say and spin the ice in the bottom of my glass uninterested.
Which isn’t completely true.
I’ve been looking around for her.
“Bella, where’s Molly?” Blake turns to my sister, who is sitting with her feet up at the table behind us.
“I don’t know. I put the kids to bed earlier and she wasn’t upstairs,” Bella replies, looking tired.
