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As we settle back into our conversation, I can’t help but feel a sense of closeness with Andrea, a shared understanding that transcends mere friendship. And as the evening wears on, I find myself growing more and more certain that there’s something truly special between us, something worth fighting for.

With a sense of determination, I reach out to take Andrea’s hand in mine, wanting to touch her. And as she squeezes my hand in return, a warm smile spreads across her face, filling me with a sense of hope for the future.

As the night draws to a close, I can’t help but feel a sense of gratitude for the time we’ve spent together. And as I walk Andrea home, I can’t help but find myself thankful that Jeremy invited the girls to the wedding, allowing Andrea and I to deepen our connection and strengthen our bond.

I find myself lingering in the moment, reluctant to let it end as we make our way back to my car. But eventually, the time comes to say goodbye, and I walk Andrea to her door.

“I enjoyed tonight,” I say, my voice filled with sincerity as I gaze into her eyes.

She smiles, her gaze warm and affectionate. “Me too, Josh. I had a great time,” she replies, her voice soft with sincerity.

With a sense of reluctance, I bid Andrea goodnight and then I make my way back to my car. A sense of lightness fills my chest as I drive home. Later, I lie in bed lost in thought, and I can’t help but feel a sense of excitement building within me.

With Andrea’s support, I feel more certain than ever that my dream of opening a restaurant can become a reality. And as I drift off to sleep, the doubts that once plagued me seem like nothing more than distant memories, replaced by a sense of hope and possibility for the future.

Chapter thirteen

Andrea

As I finish getting ready for the rehearsal, my phone buzzes with an incoming call. I glance at the screen to see Tanya’s name flashing, and I can’t help but smile. Answering the call, I bring the phone to my ear, eager to catch up with my best friend before the day’s events.

“Hey Tanya, what’s up?” I greet her cheerfully, excitement bubbling in my voice.

“Hey Andrea! Just wanted to check in before the big rehearsal. How are you feeling?” Tanya’s voice comes through the line, filled with warmth and concern.

“I’m feeling a bit nervous, to be honest,” I admit, a hint of uncertainty creeping into my tone. “But I’m also excited. It’s going to be a fun day.”

Tanya chuckles softly, her laughter like music to my ears. “I know what you mean. I understand this rehearsal is a bit overwhelming for you, but you’ve got this, girl.”

Her words of encouragement fill me with a renewed sense of confidence, and I can’t help but laugh along with her. “Thanks, Tanya. I appreciate the pep talk.”

“Of course, Andrea. You know I’ve always got your back,” Tanya replies, her voice brimming with sincerity.

“Remember that time we tried to bust a move and ended up tripping over each other instead?” Tanya says between giggles, her laughter infectious.

“How could I forget?” I reply, laughter bubbling up from deep within me. “We were a disaster on the dance floor, but at least we had fun.”

As we chat, we reminisce about past memories and the hilarious mishaps we’ve witnessed over the years. The recollection of our disastrous attempts at playing “Just Dance” at one particularly memorable sleepover has us both in stitches, laughing until tears stream down our cheeks.

Our laughter fills the room, a welcome distraction from the nerves that still linger in the back of my mind. With Tanya by my side, even the most daunting challenges seem manageable, and I’m grateful for her friendship.

With a final goodbye, I end the call and tuck my phone into my purse, feeling a renewed sense of determination wash over me.

I find myself growing increasingly tense, a knot of anxiety tightening in the pit of my stomach. Despite my best efforts to shake off the unease, I can’t help but feel a sense of foreboding lingering in the air.

As I arrive at the venue, the familiar sights and sounds of the last-minute rehearsal greet me, but this time, there’s a palpable tension in the air that sets my nerves on edge. I glance around anxiously, searching for a familiar face to anchor myself to amidst the chaos.

Then, I see him.

Jeremy’s gaze is fixed on me, unwavering and intense, sending a chill down my spine. It’s as if he can’t take his eyes off me—he’s watching my every move with a predatory gleam in his eyes.

I try to ignore his gaze as I head toward Josh across the room. Jeremy’s presence looms over me like a dark cloud, casting a shadow over the last-minute rehearsal.

As the we start going over the formal dance choreography that Melissa wants added into the reception, I can’t shake the feeling that Jeremy’s eyes are still on me, following my every move with a disturbing intensity. I try to push aside the unease that gnaws at the edges of my mind, but it’s no use.

And then, just as I’m beginning to feel overwhelmed by his scrutiny, I catch sight of his fiancée watching us from across the room, her expression filled with concern. It’s clear Melissa has noticed Jeremy’s fixation on me, and I can’t help but feel a pang of sympathy for her.

I can only imagine how she must feel, watching her fiancé’s eyes follow another woman, especially at the last rehearsal before their wedding. I can’t help but feel a surge of guilt at the thought of being the cause of her distress.

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