#Chapter 62: The Jealous One

Nicholas Last night… The waiter had barely set the plate down before I waved him off, leaning back in my chair as I glanced around the expensive restaurant. It was quiet and dimly lit with candles, the soft hum of conversation mixing with the clinking of silverware. Perfectly normal. Perfectly dull. I ran my thumb along the edge of the fork, pretending to listen as the wedding planner across from me droned on about floral arrangements and seating charts. This was Kayla’s thing, not mine. I could barely picture what the inside of the damn venue looked like, let alone what color the napkins were supposed to be. But I sat through it, nodding along when appropriate, because that’s what Kayla would have done. She was supposed to be here—I’d had plans to take her with me after the country club—but then we fought as usual and now I was here alone. Still, it needed to be done. We had an image to uphold, a fake fairytale wedding to host. I didn’t really care abo