“You can’t be late to an event you invited me to,” he said with a small smile. I returned the smile but stayed quiet, feeling a bit flustered.
On second thought, I considered telling him what had happened that morning, but I decided it wasn’t wise. Charles didn’t need to know that my ex had shown up. During the event break, I refused to have lunch. I just sat quietly, my mind miles away from everything happening around me.
Charles cleared his throat, leaning closer. “What’s going on, my love?” he asked softly, his hand brushing my cheek. I looked into his eyes, still unable to speak. Charles didn’t seem ready to back off, not when he was speaking to me so tenderly.
I forced a small smile and told him I was fine, just tired from all the work in the studio. He reached out, resting a hand
