The next few days, I avoid Adrian like my life depends on it. I hardy see him at all. When I do, it’s in passing and I do my best not to engage with him. It’s probably obvious that I’m trying to stay away from him, but until I get my head and my body under control, it’s for the best.
It’s actually easier than I thought it would be. Adrian has spent a lot of time at work, and I hardly see him anyway.
Julian’s party comes up fast. He texts me the day before and lets me know that it’s a yacht party. I immediately call Erica, who comes to my rescue with an impromptu shopping trip to find an appropriate dress. It’s not as upscale as the ceremony, but the simple green knee-length halter dress is still pretty, and I feel ready and confident wearing it.
We all ride to the party together. At
