"Yeah, but—"
"Then drop it," I said and pushed my chair away from the table.Standing, I pulled my purse over my arm and said, "I should get going.I'm going to be late."
On the way home, I half listened while Nicole rambled on about flower choices, ceremony locations, and dinner options.I stared out the windshield and did my best to keep up with what she was saying while she navigated the streets.It took forever before we pulled up in front of my house.
"I'll call you tomorrow, Nic," I said and opened the door."Thanks for driving."
"Wait."Nicole's hand shot out and grabbed my arm."Lex, I'm sorry."
I turned around and looked at her."What on earth for?"
"For the whole Vegas thing," she said."I'm sorry."
"You're being silly.I told you, there's nothing to be sorry for."I squeezed her hand."It's over.It's all in the past.Besides, you're getting married.It's going to be great."
"But—"
"It's over," I repeated and tried to ignore the tightening in my chest as I pulled away and closed the door.
It was over.