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“Hey,” Pilar said softly.
Jack just stared at her. His eyes wild and his hair disheveled. His tie pulled loose, but still hanging around his neck. The top buttons of his shirt undone and it half untucked. His jacket in his hand, on the way to the ground.
She couldn’t remember when he’d looked more beautiful. She knew it was a strange word to use for a man, but Jack was real in that moment. He wasn’t hiding who he was. Pretending to be someone he wasn’t. He was just Jack.
“I needed some fresh air,” Pilar continued. “Lily and Kelsea seem to think I’m going to lose it and… I don’t know. Cry, maybe? I already did that. I’m sure I will some more. There’s no way I’ll go hungry with them around. Lily asked me to be one of her bridesmaids. I don’t really know why since she really doesn’t
