Page 90 of Royal Fling
And in that moment, I knew things would be all right.
If my dad, who had lost his entire world when mom died, and my birth mom, who had lost not just her husband but her son, were so sure of themselves, then everything was going to be okay. For them, at least. I could tell they were happy. It was obvious on their faces.
At least something good came out of this trip other than finally meeting my birth mother. It was a chapter of my life that I could finally close.
Now if I could suppress my good memories of August and move on with my life, that’d be fantastic.
But something told me that wouldn’t be as easy.
Twenty-Four
August
Ididn’t know what to do. Where did I go from here?
There was a knock on my bedroom door, and Ginny walked in.
I had left the event shortly after Luke's exit, unable to face any of the guests or even myself after what had happened.
The press was going to have a field day again by tomorrow morning, and I couldn't stand any of it. I just wanted the earth to open up and swallow me.
Thankfully, Mother hadn’t said anything when she came back. I didn’t think I could face her and her high expectations while I was hurting.
“Hey, Auggie, how are you feeling?” Ginny asked me.
She had changed from the beautiful light blue dress she’d been wearing to her night robe and slippers. Her ombré hair hung to her sides in saggy curls after they’d been pulled up into a bun for the event.
“How do you think I'm feeling?”
“Like shit?” she asked.
“Don't let Fisayo hear you swear,” I said.
“She’s not here.”
I nodded, and she sat down on my bed patting the space next to her until I sat down, too.
“I just… I don't know why he walked out.”
“Why do you think he walked out,” she asked.
“I don't know. I thought I was doing the right thing.”
“Were you doing the right thing for him, or were you trying to do the right thing for our parents and what they expect of you?” Her gray eyes inspected me, and I felt the pressure of her gaze.
“I don't know the answer to your question,” I admitted.
“Well ifyoudon't, how would you expect Luke to know?”
She was right, of course. I was just too upset to see it. And not with him. With this whole situation. With the fact that everything that had happened had taken any of our chances together away from us.
With the fact that this whole media-frenzy had pulled us apart instead of bringing us closer together.
“Do you love him?” she asked.
I looked at her. There was no answer necessary, but I gave it, anyway. “Of course I do.”
“Why?”
