"Hey, Penny," said a familiar voice behind me.
The little hairs on the back of my neck seemed to rise. I turned around and looked up at Austin. I hadn't seen him since I moved to New York. He looked the same as he had in college. Except his hair was shorter and he had a five o'clock shadow. I hated that the sight of him made my blood boil. The only person I hated more than him was Isabella. And maybe James' parents. I took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, do I know you?"
He laughed. "I know you haven't forgotten me, baby. You look upset. Are you okay?"
I just stared at him.
"So, you're getting married? James is an unlucky guy."
"Go to hell, Austin."
"That's not very nice to say to the first love of your life. I'm sure you dreamed of marrying me once."
"I never loved you."
He shrugged. "I
