FORREST
IT WAS harder to accept when you were expecting too much. I was looking forward to this night, then I just ended up disappointed.
My heart was speared as I headed down the wide staircase to join the guests after the short introduction from my mother.
I pasted a smile, a few handshakes, and pleasantries to the first group of gentlemen from the Oirdheirc Society. Something inside me twisted when I passed by with several couples chatted intimately in the corner.
My lips curved into a knowing sad smile to greet my friends. Unfortunately, Megan wasn’t with them. That was why there had no RSVP for my invitation. She moved on, I guessed. I meant nothing but a history to her at all.
“Great party,” Pyke said as we did a brotherly hug.
“I’m glad you all came.” Sorrow laced my voice, an
