You Don't Have Me

Chapter 10

The next morning you didn't feel much better. Actually, you felt like death. You had to drag yourself out of bed at the sound of your alarm. And, considering that you hadn't taken off your makeup or even brushed your hair before you went to bed, you weren't surprised that along with feeling terrible, you looked terrible as well.

Stepping in the shower, you let the hot water engulf you, hoping you could steam all of your troubles away, even though you knew that wasn't how it worked. When you got out you quickly blew your hair dry and put on a little bit of makeup, not as much as you had been wearing the past few days, but enough to somewhat enhance your appearance.

Grabbing a mid-thigh length, three quarter sleeved Lily Pulitzer dress out of your closet, which honestly, you had never worn but your mother had given it to you like five years ago, and not only would it make her happy to see you wearing it, but you were also hoping that its bright colors would distract from your dreary mood.

But, thankfully, when you got to the hotel, after having take an Uber because your car was still there, everything for the post-wedding brunch was set up. Which, was good because you were done with this wedding weekend. It had been emotionally draining and borderline traumatizing. Grabbing a glass of water off of one of the tables, you scanned the room trying to see if anything needed to be done in the ten minutes before the guests arrived. Everything seemed to be fine until- holy shit. As you saw him you started choking. Several waiters, the wedding planner, and Tyler rushed over to you as you tried to catch your breath. Finally, as you stopped coughing and were able breath again, Tyler told everyone you needed room, leaving just the two of you together- alone.

"Are you okay?" He asked, his arm still around you, basically holding you up as he wiped a tear that has escaped form your eye, when you were coughing, away.

"What are you doing here?" You said, pulling him aside into a side hallway.

"I came to see you."

"Tyler, now isn't the time." You crossed your arms.

"I know, I just figured you wouldn't have answered if I called or texted you." While you were annoyed that he had showed up to the brunch, even though he was invited, he did have a point. There was no way you would even look at a message from Tyler right now.

"Can we meet later tonight?" He asked.

"I can't do tonight, but I can do dinner tomorrow."

"Perfect. If I text you later about time and stuff, will you answer?" His eyebrow rose as he asked.

You rolled your eyes trying not to let him see you smile, nodding slowly. He accepted your response before telling you that he would see you tomorrow and walking out of the room. As you walked back into the main brunch area you grabbed a mimosa and downed it. You were already stressing about tomorrow night. This was basically it in your relationship with Tyler, this would make or break it. After this, you either would be friends, or you wouldn't, or maybe you would be more. Either way, right now you were supposed to be hosting a post-wedding brunch for two hundred of your sister's closest family and friends and you had to shove all of your feelings aside, and put on a big ass smile.

Thankfully, though, you didn't really have to do much because some of Anna's other bridesmaids and your mother had picked up your slack. She gave you look telling you to hang around because she wanted to talk to you but honestly after all of the shit she had pulled this weekend, you were not in the mood. So, you walked out of the room, went up to the room to get all of your remaining belongings and left. You knew Anna wouldn't be upset with you for bailing because if she was in your shoes, she would have bailed too. And, of course, you would fill her in completely when she got back.