Chapter 3
Kelsey
I am running.
In my heels, in my champagne, dress, in my chignon bun with wispies. My Amazon purse flinging against my body as I am practically flying out the back door of the MET.I can’t process anything except for the noticeable pounding in my head, not even entertaining the idea of going back in to get my date.
Is she dead?
Kidnapped?
Being cheated on?
Am I going to be dead?
I reach the outside air and my body slaps against the marble of the building. My heart is racing as I fumble around in my bag for my phone.
Damn this tiny bag.
The purse drops and I let out an audible noise, so in shock of both the situation and the temperature.
Will he follow me?
My cold fingers start to shake as I search for Jason’s contact in my phone.
‘Don’t freak out…but you have to come outside now.’ I send him a quick text and sink down into a sitting position against the wall. Needing to get myself together, I take a few deep breaths and start playing solitaire.
Don’t judge me at a time like this!
A few minutes later, I continue to sit and wait as I replay the night’s events over in my head. Why the fuck does the girl in the navy dress have Anna’s bracelet? I try to remember what Jason had said earlier about it, but come up empty handed with only thoughts of anxiety. Instead of having a panic attack, I shut it down and distract myself by searching for the Bride’s Facebook. I find Jason’s mutual friends, and see her name and face pop up next to the Groom’s, Anna Seerly. Clicking on her profile, I immediately notice that her profile picture is just a black photo.
As I scroll, the door suddenly opens and I start to stand up.
“What the fuck Jason what took you so…” I stop mid-sentence, staring at the girl in the fucking navy dress.
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Jason
“Why the FUCK didn’t you tell Rebecca to make it a little less fucking obvious what she was handing you?”
I run a hand through my tussled hair as I pace back and forth on the marble floor.
“Jace, I didn’t know she would hand it to me at THE BAR. It was just bad timing.” Angelo loosens his bowtie as he leans against the counter in the bathroom. I can see him start to sweat, and it pisses me off even more.
I walk circles around the room in silence, trying to come up with my next move. After what feels like hours, I take a glance at myself in the mirror and open the bathroom door.
“Come on. Be quiet and don’t fuck up anything else.”
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