—Alec—
That was it!
The yacht's horn had already sounded, yet there was still no sign of Mabel.
She wasn't coming.
I was stupid to chase after an illusion— hoping that she would. Hoping this would be another evening by her side.
My gaze faltered as I downed the remaining contents of my glass. Just as I casually glanced at the pier—
I saw her.
Wait! Was this a dream? Was I seeing correctly?
I removed my glasses, leaned closer to the rail, and squinted.
That was really her.
Mabel Parker was walking down the pier holding hands with another lady.
A smile broke across my face before I could stop it.
I felt absurdly happy.
*. *. *. *. *. *
—Mabel—
The moment we stepped onto the yacht, a hush settled over the place. Just like the night of the gala.
Conversations ceased, and all h
