[Sequel to Infatuated]
𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆.
Charlotte is headed into her third year at Columbia University on her way to become one of her generation's best writers. With wedding bells ringing for h...
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The wedding day finally arrived and I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief now that the week had come to an end.
I just have to get through the night and then tomorrow I'm free to go back home and detox myself from the unnecessary drama that I've submerged myself in.
It wasn't exactly my first choice to come here in the first place, but Daniel managed to convince me a bit. I was only doing it for Maxine in the beginning, but once I saw Charlotte in front of our old friends, memories came rushing back at me and I knew I had to change something.
I hadn't felt this array of emotions in one week than I did in months. Seeing Charlotte here after years was enough to bring me back to the past. It made me rethink everything and go back to square one with my feelings.
I admit, I was jealous upon seeing her with another man. The way he would put his hands on her or show some sort of affection around me killed me.
It made me regret waiting this long to come and see her when all of this could've been avoided if I had caught up to her before she left for New York. Everyone told me to and I should've listened.
I did plan this trip how I should've and forgot to pack an actual suit for the wedding so I dug out a white button up shirt and some dark pants to blend in with the beachy attire that everyone was wearing.
I'd probably end up getting drunk later tonight and swim in the ocean so there was no point in dressing nice today either.
"Can you zip up my dress?" Cassidy asks, calling me into the bathroom.
I walk over to the bathroom and she pulls her straight blonde hair to the side to give me access to the zipper of her pastel yellow cocktail dress. She looks at me through the bathroom mirror with a look on her face.
"Just spit it out," I say, fixing my attention back onto the little zipper that was caught onto a piece of fabric.
She sighs. "You have that look on your face that something is bothering you. Does it have to do with Charlotte?"
"Why do you care?" I ask, tugging on the zipper.
"Because I'd hate to remind you that you're just wasting your time. She's making it clear that she doesn't want you and she's happy with that River guy," she says, narrowing her eyes at her reflection, "if you don't move on like she did, you'll never know happiness."
"I am happy," I scoff, "If you would stop trying to figure me out, I wouldn't have to remind you like every week."
She doesn't look too convinced and instead just rolls her eyes. "You should be going after someone who cares for you, not shut them down."
I knew she was talking about herself with the way she was looking at me. She was trying to get me to feel pity for her.
