Secrets & Lies

4| Bar Hook-ups

"Should we have a theme wedding?" I asked Amelia from across the table.

When silence answered, I looked up from the list of wedding themes my mother gave me last night.

Amelia was staring into her glass of wine like she was trying to find some kind of answer inside it. I knew what that was like. I figured this whole wedding thing was weighing on her.

As I studied her, I could tell she was exhausted. Even though she was wearing makeup, I could see the dark circles under her eyes. Did she not get any sleep last night? She told me before that it was hard for her to sleep in a new place, but I was sure she would be comfortable here.

"Babe? Helloooo? Earth to Amelia...."

Her eyes finally met mine and red colored her cheeks. "Sorry. I spaced out."

I laughed and handed her the list of wedding themes. "Are you sure you're okay?"

I didn't want to press her right now about whatever was bothering her. My brother was going to be out here soon.

"Yes," she answered. "I just didn't sleep well."

"Well, take a look at these themes. It'll help distract you."

She took the paper from me and started looking at the very long list of wedding themes. She frowned when she got about halfway down the page. "Wait...there's a Gone with the Wind theme?" She looked up at me. "Really?"

I tried not to laugh as I chewed a bite of my French toast. "I know, right? I am not doing that."

I was already freaking out enough about this whole wedding thing-no way was I going to do it dressed as some old-timey character from Gone With the Wind.

Amelia grinned, clearly amused. "Why not? You don't think I would look good in the Green Curtain dress or The Burgundy Ball Gown? Perhaps the Green Velvet Dress?"

"You would look amazing in anything, Amelia."

I may be freaking out with how I felt about Amelia and this whole wedding thing, but I wasn't blind. Amelia was beautiful. Even with all this confusion, I felt lucky that she was the one I was going to get married to.

The sound of my brother's voice drew my attention. "He's not wrong. You would look amazing in anything."

"That's what I'm saying," I added before clapping my brother on the back. "You've been M.I.A. a lot the past few days. What have you been up to, little bro?"

"This and that," Wyatt said casually as Amelia continued to look over the list of wedding themes. "It's been an adjustment moving back to the east coast."

"I bet." It was a surprise to me when Wyatt first told me he was going to go to school in California. It also sucked being stuck here in New York without him.

Maybe one of the reasons I took the few handfuls of chances I did with Grant was because my brother was on the other side of the country. His opinion was the one I worried about the most when it came to finding out my secret.

When I started to feel sick to my stomach, I decided to change the subject. I looked back at Amelia and asked, "So, anything popping out at you?"

She looked up at me with an odd expression. "Uh-I'm still looking. Not really sure what-"

"Mind if I give it a try?" Wyatt asked with a smile. He held out his hand for the paper. "After all...I know you, Lia. I can probably guess your top two choices on that list."

I snickered at my brother. "God, that's the truth. He really does know you better than anyone. Even me." My smile turned into a frown. "That's pretty sad, isn't it?"