Instead, maybe because I was already there and too deep in, maybe because Adam still looked like he was seeing a ghost, I smiled.
And Adrian smiled.
And together we crossed the room like we had absolutely nothing to hide.
Adam met us halfway, moving too fast for a man trying to look casual.
“Nora,” he said. “You came.”
His eyes flicked to Adrian again, and I saw fear in them, something I had never seen before.
I gave him my best pleasant expression. “You invited me.”
Adrian, to his credit, looked almost amused.
Adam said, too evenly, “I didn’t realize you were bringing someone, or that you even knew Adrian.”
I tilted my head. “That’s funny. Your note made such a point of hoping I would come alone. As for Adrian, he is my boyfriend. Apparently, you know him. Tell me how.”
His jaw tightened.
The bride was at his shoulder now, staring openly at Adrian. “What is Adrian doing here? What is your ex doing here?”
Her questions came out sharper than she’d intended. A few nearby guests went quiet.
I looked at her. “You should ask your husband. He invited me.”
She turned to Adam, a look of betrayal on her face, “I thought we agreed we wouldn’t invite our exes.”
