Alex and Jared

Alex

 Ceremony's over. Time to head over to the reception. In a car. Next to... my escort. Note to self: learn his name.

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The cars a little too stuffy for my liking, but I'm next to him. I am next to him. Me. Next to

Jared laughs and glances at me.

"I'm Jared by the way. Call me Jay. If you want," he says quickly. For the first time, I notice Mr. Smooth is a bit nervous. A guy? Nervous around me? He must not be around girls much.

•••

Time flies as I joke around with "Jay," and we come to a slow stop in front of the rose garden Syd insisted the reception would be at. Jay steps outside of the limousine and offers me his hand.

"Shall we?" he asks in his best British accent.

"Of course, of course, dear. I just don't want to get any tea on this dress," I say in my best British accent. "It was tailor made, you know."

•••

The whole reception was spent like that. I would say that it was almost enjoyable... except for when it was time to dance. Jay got up and the guy had the nerve to ask his drop dead gorgeous best friend  from back home to dance.

"Alex, Olivia, Olivia, Alex," Jay introduced us.

My insides melted. I thought that maybe Jay and I... well, had something. No. I'm just dreaming. A guy like him would never, ever like a girl like me.