Weddings were supposed to end with cake, not paranoia.
I should’ve been glowing. I should’ve been thinking about that kiss, about how Leo surprised me with softness I didn’t know he had. Instead, I was fighting the urge to dig my nails into Tobias’s shoulder as he spun me across the floor like this was a Disney princess moment and not…whatever the hell it actually was.
It started when my dad handed me off to Tobias. Begrudgingly. He didn't say a word, but the way his jaw ticked and his grip lingered on my hand longer than it should’ve? Yeah, he was pissed. And suspicious. But Tobias just smiled, smooth and smug, like he could charm the Devil into a group hug.
“Your father still doesn’t trust me,” he whispered near my ear as we glided into the slow rhythm of the dance. “Can’t blame him.
