each other so much.” I sighed and hugged Logan before we got into the limo to head over to the reception after pictures were taken.
“It was really something.” Logan smiled down at me.
The reception was held at The W. It looked more like a nightclub than your typical wedding reception. The whole space was lit up in soft purples and blues. There was a huge white dance floor in the middle of the room and tables scattered around the room with huge floral centerpieces.
Logan introduced me to so many people that I couldn’t keep their names all straight. I smiled and shook hands and spoke when was appropriate. I didn’t want to embarrass him. Anxiety reared its ugly head again. I excused myself to the bathroom.
“You okay?” he whispered.
I forced a smile and nodded before hurrying off to find the bathroom. Just as I was rounding the corner, I heard a conversation I wished I hadn’t.
“Did you see the woman with Logan? What agency do you think she’s from? Dressed like that she, has to be a pro,” a deep voice spoke.
“He does have a type, doesn’t he? Always with the blondes. This one certainly looks trashy enough. I wonder how long he’ll keep her around before he gets tired of her,” a snotty woman’s voice answered.
My heart dropped to my feet. I wanted to walk away, but for some reason I was rooted to the spot I stood. I knew I had to move or I would be face to face with them soon. I sucked in a shaky breath and stepped out of the way as the couple walked back into the reception. I hadn’t even remembered meeting them, but they certainly had an opinion about me.
“Grace?” Logan’s voice made me jump.
“Give me a minute, okay?” I turned away from him. All of my old self-esteem issues were front and center. I didn’t want him to see this side of me. I tried to walk away, but he grabbed my hand.
“Hey, what’s going on?” He turned my chin so I would look at him.
The tears I had been holding back spilled down my cheeks. “I just need a minute, okay?” I tried to steady my voice, but it came out with a tremor.
He nodded and took my hand again and led me through a long hall to an empty room. “What happened?” He sat me down in a chair and pulled one across from it and sat down.
“Nothing.” I wiped my eyes. “Just overwhelmed,” I choked out. I knew he wasn’t going to buy it, but everything in me hoped he would let it drop. I didn’t think I could handle telling him what I had heard.
“I don’t believe you. Tell me.” He brushed a thumb across my cheek.
“I overheard something I shouldn’t have. Some of your friends talking about me. It wasn’t something I would have wanted to hear.” My voice shook, and I twisted the napkin in my hands. I didn’t want to go on. I tried to look away, but he turned my chin back to look in my eyes.
“What did they say?” His voice was calm, but I could see the tension below the surface.
“They..they wondered what agency you hired me from. Said you had a thing for blondes and I looked trashy enough for you to have a good time. They said dressed like I was, I looked like a pro.” More tears fell as I spoke. Just a few short hours ago, I had felt sexy and confident in this dress. Now, I felt like a whore. I wanted to leave, but I knew we couldn’t go just yet because we were here for Shaileen and Chris. “They also said it was only a matter of time before you got sick of me and moved on.” I choked on the words; they were the ones that brought up all my old fears. Scott had gotten sick of me, too.
“Do you remember who it was?” he asked carefully, his hands clenched into fists at his side.
“I hadn’t met them tonight.” I shook my head.
“Would you recognize them if you saw them?” He gripped the arm of the chair.
I nodded. I didn’t want to see them. I didn’t want to see any more of his friends if that was how they all felt about me.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
My eyes met his. I couldn’t stop the
“It was really something.” Logan smiled down at me.
The reception was held at The W. It looked more like a nightclub than your typical wedding reception. The whole space was lit up in soft purples and blues. There was a huge white dance floor in the middle of the room and tables scattered around the room with huge floral centerpieces.
Logan introduced me to so many people that I couldn’t keep their names all straight. I smiled and shook hands and spoke when was appropriate. I didn’t want to embarrass him. Anxiety reared its ugly head again. I excused myself to the bathroom.
“You okay?” he whispered.
I forced a smile and nodded before hurrying off to find the bathroom. Just as I was rounding the corner, I heard a conversation I wished I hadn’t.
“Did you see the woman with Logan? What agency do you think she’s from? Dressed like that she, has to be a pro,” a deep voice spoke.
“He does have a type, doesn’t he? Always with the blondes. This one certainly looks trashy enough. I wonder how long he’ll keep her around before he gets tired of her,” a snotty woman’s voice answered.
My heart dropped to my feet. I wanted to walk away, but for some reason I was rooted to the spot I stood. I knew I had to move or I would be face to face with them soon. I sucked in a shaky breath and stepped out of the way as the couple walked back into the reception. I hadn’t even remembered meeting them, but they certainly had an opinion about me.
“Grace?” Logan’s voice made me jump.
“Give me a minute, okay?” I turned away from him. All of my old self-esteem issues were front and center. I didn’t want him to see this side of me. I tried to walk away, but he grabbed my hand.
“Hey, what’s going on?” He turned my chin so I would look at him.
The tears I had been holding back spilled down my cheeks. “I just need a minute, okay?” I tried to steady my voice, but it came out with a tremor.
He nodded and took my hand again and led me through a long hall to an empty room. “What happened?” He sat me down in a chair and pulled one across from it and sat down.
“Nothing.” I wiped my eyes. “Just overwhelmed,” I choked out. I knew he wasn’t going to buy it, but everything in me hoped he would let it drop. I didn’t think I could handle telling him what I had heard.
“I don’t believe you. Tell me.” He brushed a thumb across my cheek.
“I overheard something I shouldn’t have. Some of your friends talking about me. It wasn’t something I would have wanted to hear.” My voice shook, and I twisted the napkin in my hands. I didn’t want to go on. I tried to look away, but he turned my chin back to look in my eyes.
“What did they say?” His voice was calm, but I could see the tension below the surface.
“They..they wondered what agency you hired me from. Said you had a thing for blondes and I looked trashy enough for you to have a good time. They said dressed like I was, I looked like a pro.” More tears fell as I spoke. Just a few short hours ago, I had felt sexy and confident in this dress. Now, I felt like a whore. I wanted to leave, but I knew we couldn’t go just yet because we were here for Shaileen and Chris. “They also said it was only a matter of time before you got sick of me and moved on.” I choked on the words; they were the ones that brought up all my old fears. Scott had gotten sick of me, too.
“Do you remember who it was?” he asked carefully, his hands clenched into fists at his side.
“I hadn’t met them tonight.” I shook my head.
“Would you recognize them if you saw them?” He gripped the arm of the chair.
I nodded. I didn’t want to see them. I didn’t want to see any more of his friends if that was how they all felt about me.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
My eyes met his. I couldn’t stop the
Similar Books
