Logan

87. I Think You're Charming

*Natalie's POV*

"Natalie, you're here."

I nodded, "Yeah, I am." I sniffled, and lightly touched her hand.

"I...I was so awful to you the last time we saw each other. I'm so sorry."

"You're my best friend, Scarlet, you were forgiven a long time ago.

Scarlet took a sip from her water and laid back, "Did anyone call my husband?"

I looked over at Logan and back at her, "We tried to find your phone but it was destroyed. We looked through some of your messages and were able to contact him. He should be on the next plane out."

Scarlet sighed, "I'm so relieved. I know I have a lot to explain to you guys, I think you'll like Eric. Our marriage...I know it's a shock. It all happened so suddenly that I didn't think to message any of you, but I meant to."

I squeezed her hand, "You should get some rest."

*One Week Later*

I checked my phone to see that I'd overslept by twenty minutes. I quickly scrambled out of bed and headed for the bathroom to get ready. Today was the beginning of my rehearsals for the next set of shows with Canyon, and I was determined to get back in the hang of things. After Scarlet woke up and her husband came to Idaho, I pulled back. Eric seemed nice enough, doting on her every need and whim, which seemed to really suit Scarlet.

The awkward silences between Logan and I came to a standstill after I confessed my truth about Aeron. Kellan and Whitney were still spending ample time together, and Logan's affection toward her increased. I completely withdrew, not being too upset when my phone suddenly managed to start acting up yesterday. I threw it on my dresser and didn't think about it when I left the house, only taking my amp with me as I threw things in the car. Extra blankets, provisions, I was not leaving the studio for anything.

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I'd managed to swing by the house on Saturday night, just enough time to shower and get my new outfit from the dry cleaners for my set. I was dressed and ready when I came through the studio's back doors. I fought the nervousness, and said hello to a few familiar faces as I walked through the backstage area.

Canyon gripped my arm, his face concerned, "Darling, didn't you get my text? I'm afraid there's been a change. I wasn't sure if you'd be back or not from your family emergency, so I had reinforcements come in."

Everything faded around me as I processed the slap of news, "I'm sorry...what?"

"I asked my friend Wren to do the set with me instead, I'm sorry." Canyon grimaced, pointing behind himself, towards a taller guy in a patterned shirt. I felt completely defeated. I tried to swallow the feelings, but I couldn't and as I blurted out a 'that's fine' I rushed toward the exit and to the side, where I proceeded to vomit as my hands shook and everything collided.

"Hey, I saw you talking to Canyon and... whoa. Are you alright?" I turned around to see the tall guy Canyon had pointed toward, Wren. His shoulders were broad, his strawberry blonde hair tucked behind his ears. Wren's eyes were kind, and so were his actions as he offered me his red handkerchief.

"A handkerchief," I wiped the edges of my mouth, "I don't know many guys who carry these."

"I was born in Colorado, raised by my pops. He always carried a handkerchief around."

"Well thanks," I muttered, attempting to pass it back and he held his hand back.

"Keep it for now, I'll get it back from you later."