At the birthday lunch, Reese and I were still assigned to separate tables.
I stared at my name card, a heavy weight sinking in my chest. Before I could even say a word, he'd already grabbed his own name card from the other table.
He asked the cousin sitting next to me if we could swap seats, and they laughed and moved out of the way. The scrape of the chair against the floor drew every eye at the table our way.
"We've been seeing each other lately," Reese announced.
Mrs. Calder froze mid-motion, the napkin in her hand hanging in the air. He didn't flinch from her gaze, just slid into the seat beside me, unfolded my napkin for me, then reached out to take the menu she passed over.
Someone asked when we'd started seeing each other, and I said it was recent. Someone asked about work, so
