door, her red silk dress standing out against my white gown.
“Seriously, Laurel. Don’t be insecure. Ethan and I have known each other forever.”
I turned to Ethan, hoping he’d defend me.
Instead, he rolled his eyes.
“You’re making this a bigger deal than it needs to be.”
Something within me became completely still.
“You’re right,” I said quietly.
Gathering my gown, I stepped out of the limousine and shut the door.
Ethan rolled down his window.
“Where are you going?”
“Home.”
He laughed. “Laurel, stop being dramatic.”
I headed
