8
LIAM
The hall was warm with soft yellow lights, and laughter echoed off the walls. Music pulsed low in the background, champagne flowed freely, and couples swayed to old love songs that made you remember the person you were with when you first heard them. I stood near the back, nursing a drink I hadn’t touched, my eyes fixed across the room.
On her.
Ava.
She hadn’t seen me yet. Or maybe she had, and she was pretending not to. Her dress was a dark green that clung to her body in a way that made it hard to look away. Her hair was down, a little damp from the rain outside, curling softly at the ends. She was laughing politely at something someone said. It was one of our mutual friends, I think. But her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes.
Mine hadn’t too, for weeks. Since that night.
S
