“This night isn’t about you, Troy.” Then I walk away to use the restroom.
I hear him behind me, laughing. I roll my eyes as I shut myself in the bathroom.
I pull my phone out of my pocket and text Sarah.
Me: I’m sorry. He just bugs me.
Sarah: I know. He doesn’t mean any harm, though. Promise.
Me: I don’t know how you deal with him.
Sarah: There is more to it. But it’s not my place.
Me: Fine. But if this turns into him talking all about himself again, and not caring that this is about you and Chris, then I'm out.
Sarah: I understand, but I don't see that happening.
I go back out to the bar after using the restroom, and Troy is now sitting in my seat. I walk up to him and tap him on the shoulder.
“Excuse me, you’re in my spot,” I say to him, disdain rolling from my tongue.
He turns and looks at me. His eyebrow hitches.
“So sorry, your majesty. I was just keeping it warm for you.”
My jaw clenches, and I push my lips into a straight line.
“I’m going. I’m going,” he says.
He gets up and then points his hands to the chair as if to usher me in. I take my seat then turn to Sarah. Her face has concern written all over it.
“I know you two don’t like each other, but do you think for the next 48 hours you can put whatever it is behind you?”
“You mean,shedoesn’t likeme?”Troy asks, his voice filled with sarcastic disbelief.
“Whatever, Troy. Of Course, Sarah. After tonight I will keep all my spite to myself,” I say.
I hold my hand out to Troy, and he takes it.
“What she said.”
We shake, and the rest of the night is history.
Chapter four
Chrissy
ForSarah’ssake,andmy own, I did not get wasted last night. No need for major hydration and meds. I get ready for the day and meet Sarah in the kitchen.
“Rehearsal and dinner with Chris’s parents, right?” I ask her. I can already see her pinging around.
“Yes.”
“Where are we rehearsing exactly?”
“At the fairgrounds. They told me I could use the building for a few hours.”
“Gotcha. That way we don’t disturb the snow.”