Christopher stood and reached in his back pocket for his wallet while everyone stopped eating and talking to look at him. "Please excuse us but Ashleigh's not feeling well. The food just isn't sitting well with her." He tossed two hundred dollars on the table. "Please have desert on us." Ashleigh stood up and waved because she didn't trust herself to open her mouth. Everyone rushed to tell her goodbye and to make false promises to call and to get together soon.
"Pleasure meeting you," Christopher lied, and then they left. He put his arm around her when they were outside and felt her relax.
"I understand. I understand everything completely. Do we have to invite them to our wedding?" he asked, half joking.
She shook her head. "Hell no. I don't owe them anything." She thought about how her
