I can’t find a familiar face.
Eventually, I spot a few family friends. They recognize me, and we stop to chat.
It doesn’t take long before I pull away from the crowd and settle on the terrace.
“Senna?”
Isabel’s voice makes me turn around and take her in.
A beaded nude gown hugs her body.
“Do you feel any better?” she asks, throwing me for a loop.
“Do I feel any better?” I mutter, lifting an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
“Your stomach... Jaden said you didn’t feel well. Hopefully, it wasn’t the food.”
“Oh, my stomach... Yes. It’s much better, and I’m sure it wasn’t the food,” I say, rolling with whatever shit he’s told her.
Why would he say something like that?
“Well, I’m glad,” she says.
“Have you seen him by any chance?” I ask, worried.
She looks at me, puzzled.
“Jaden,” I say.
“Oh, yes. He sat with us at the table a few minutes ago.”
She cranes her neck, looking for him inside. Unable to locate him, she searches for him outside.
“Isn’t he there?” she asks, pointing across the terrace.
Propped on a railing, his hand tucked in his pocket, his eyes narrowed with a smile, he listens to a voluptuous brunette who slobbers over him as if the sun rises from his eyes.
My teeth grit.
“Yeah... That’s him,” I murmur.
“I’ll see you inside,” Isabel says, registering my expression.
“Okay,” I mutter, unable to peel my eyes away from him.
She strolls away and talks to someone else.
“Hey.”
An arm snakes around my waist before twirling me around.
“Hey,” I say, smiling softly.
“Are you okay?” Nick asks.
“Yes. Why?”
“Your friend told us the story.”