Shall We Dance

••19•• {The Cat and the Mouse}

I looked in the mirror once more before heading off to the wedding.

I honestly couldn't recognize the goddess staring back at me.

She was gorgeous.

The wine-colored dress hugged my waist and the back was almost nonexistent.

I had come to terms with the fact that I looked like I was going to a club instead of a wedding, but it was my ex's wedding. Therefor, I don't have to be elegant, I have to look impressive.

Look out, Valencia.

I smoothed my dark hair down and wiped away the dark lipstick smudges.

Perfect.

I walked outside and got into Josh's limo with him sitting beside me.

At first glance, he raised his eyebrows and smirked. He quickly shifted his glances and signaled for the driver to back out.

"Dang, gorgeous! Are you sure we're going to a wedding?"

He was in a suit and a red tie that just happened to match my dress.

"Shut up and stop staring, Joshy!"

"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were trying to impress your ex." He winked.

"Why would I do that? I don't need to impress my ex when I have a reality star accompanying me."

"True."

"I'm going to need you to look like my boyfriend, okay? I don't want to come off as psycho and lonely."

"What do you want me to do?"

"I don't know! You're an actor, figure it out!"

He smirked. "Okay. I can do that for you."

"Don't get too carried away, Joshy."

He raised his eyebrows. "That's like telling me to fly. It's impossible."

...

We arrived at the church and got out. The parking lot was filled with cars and the church was even fuller.

People were everywhere. Half were tearing up and the other half probably had no idea whether it was a funeral or actually a wedding.

"This is a lot more than I expected," Josh whispered in my ear.

"Put on your sunglasses," I whispered back. "No one will know who you are."

He slipped on his sunglasses. "Better?"

"Better."

I grabbed his wrist and dragged him into the service area. We took a seat in the area reserved for friends just as the rest of the crowd began to sit down. Soon the service started and the room grew silent.

After a half-an-hour of rambling, the pastor announced that the groom would be walking down the isle.

I watched as the doors opened and he started to walk towards the alter. He looked amazing in a white tuxedo and a black tie. He had his dirty blond hair slicked back and he had a smile pained across his face. A genuine smile.