Emily's POV
The next morning, I stepped out of the bathroom, still drying my hair with a towel, Tyler was on the phone.
“Okay, alright,” he said before sighing and ending the call.
He glanced at me. “We were invited to the company’s annual charity gala. They’re expecting both of us.”
“Oh,” I mumbled, unsure what to say.
He looked at me. “What?”
“Sorry,” I said quietly, “I just….why are they expecting the both of us?”
He raised an eyebrow slightly. “Because we’re husband and wife. We’re supposed to attend together.”
Obviously, I knew that was it, but still, hearing it out loud made my stomach twist. “It’s just…” I paused, fiddling with the edge of my sleeve. “I’m not really good at all these events, parties, galas, things like that. I don’t know how
