Page 35 of How to Ruin Your Ex's Wedding
“How long have you been here?”
“I came in just before you.”
“Did you ask at the front desk?”
“There isn’t one.”
We stand there for an awkward moment.
Click.
Goddamn him.
“I’m going to go see if I can find them,” I say, turning my back to him and his stupid camera.
“I’ll go with you,” he says.
As I enter a hallway, I hear voices in the distance.
“I don’t know what’s keeping her, she’s always on time.”
I recognize Hunter’s voice. I look at my watch. I’m barely seven minutes late at this point.
We find them in the main room.
“Oh, there you are. I was so worried, you’re never late.” Hunter comes to me, putting his hands on my upper arms and looking me over as if trying to see if I’m harmed.
“I’m only a few minutes late.”
“I was about to call. You know how I get. It’s just not like you, is all.”
“I’m here now,” I say. Even I can hear the impatience in my voice. Has he forgotten he was ten minutes late to the cake tasting?
I take a deep breath to calm myself. I don’t know why I’m losing my temper with Hunter, since that rarely happens. Plus, he’s right, I am late.
Matthew busies himself taking pictures of the venue. It is incredible. Old world rustic meets modern industrial.
I walk around the room and try to imagine myself in a wedding gown here—mingling amongst our friends, dancing with Hunter to our song, cutting cake, toasting with champagne.
I have a hard time with it.
A hard time with the venue or the groom?
I shake my head to clear it. My thoughts are obviously veering in a ridiculous direction.
“I love it, Liza. This is exactly what I had in mind.” Hunter’s voice carries in the empty hall.
This is not the place I want to be married. It’s just not the right venue.
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Matthew asks, sidling up to me.
“What’s that?”
“That this isn’t the place for you.”
“What makes you think this isn’t the place for me?” I protest. “It’s gorgeous.”
Plus, how would he know?
