My arms.
My profile reflection.
I changed my clothes because I could still hear Max telling me what I should hide.
Then he announced that he was going to marry Claire.
I could have skipped the wedding, but our daughters were going, and the eldest kept asking me if I would be there.Book Venues
So I said yes.
Then I looked at the +1.
I wanted Max to see that I was okay.
Perfect.
That’s how I found myself on Monday morning next to my colleague Edward’s office.
“I need a favor.”
He looked up.
“That looks expensive.”
“Come with me to my ex-husband’s wedding.”
“As emotional support?”
“As my boyfriend.”Write Love Letters
He stared at him.
“A fake boyfriend,” I added.
“Oh. Much healthier.”
Edward became one of my closest friends during my divorce. He listened to me without trying to fix everything, brought me coffee when the divorce was finalized, and
