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Dedicated to lau_matthews ________________________
EMILÍE WASN'T JEALOUS, in fact, she couldn't be. Her marriage to Dominic was over, and he was now free to grope whomever he'd like.
In fact, she was quite humoured by the idea that Dominic moved on to a woman that looked eerily similar to herself, and was very obviously half his age. If he wanted to downgrade, that's perfectly fine.
And that's exactly what Emilíe told herself as she sipped her third wine of the evening, gazing at all the happy couples slowly swaying to the music on the dance floor. Dominic was nowhere to be found, and she was perfectly happy about that.
"So, are you gonna talk to him?" Grace sat to her left, slowly twirling her spoon in the bowl of cold french onion soup.
Emilíe ran her fingers through her blonde hair, lightly tugging on the ends. "Of course not. I mean, there's no reason to. We're divorced, remember?"
"That makes sense... I suppose." Grace winced slightly, and Emilíe immediately regretted the coldness of her tone. "I'm, uh, gonna go dance. You wanna join?"
"I'm actually going to sit this one out, if you don't mind." Emilíe breathed a sigh of relief as her friend nodded and hurried off to the dance floor. She was finally alone.
Her eyes scanned the reception hall and she took in the lavish decor. The golden centerpieces glittered in the light from the chandelier, setting a romantic mood which the majority of the guests had taken advantage of during the slow song that was playing.
She was one of the few guests that had declined to bring a date, having gotten divorced not long before, and that was definitely starting to show. Grace had been kind enough to arrive alone as well, though Emilíe wasn't quite positive if that was truly on her behalf, or so Grace could enjoy her standard wedding hookup.
She was betting on the latter.
The romantic vibe rushing through the room didn't help, and Emilíe could feel a single tear sliding down her face which she hastily wiped it away a woman started making her way towards Emilíe's table.
"Emilíe!" Lili called out, her shimmery, gold gown dragging behind her. "Girl, this is a party! Why aren't you dancing? Oh my gosh, is it boring? Do you hate the music? I'm the one that picked it out!"
Emilíe laughed, reaching up to hug her friend. "It's wonderful, darling. Absolutely wonderful. I'm just... not exactly in the dancing mood."
Liliana raised one of her brows and she slid into a chair. "Okay girl, spill."
