killed himself really affected Puck. He changed so much - confessed a lot of his sins and regrets - even admitted that you and him never hooked up, which he really had no reason to do,” he informs me, “but I know you’re still off limits,” he adds trying to lighten the mood.
I’m floored. Puck redeemed my honor - and for no other reason than to clear his conscience so he could move on. He never told me any of this. None of it. He easily could have told me the other night when we spoke about our past that he cleared my name, but he didn’t. I guess it doesn’t matter. It wouldn't change anything that happened and I don’t know how I would have felt about it anyway.
“I see dessert coming,” Peter says, breaking my chain of thought, “don’t want to miss anything coming from your kitchen.”
He hugs me, “I hope I didn’t just expose a family secret,” he says as we embrace, “The booze can give me loose lips,” Peter shakes the ice in his empty glass, “maybe keep that story to yourself for a while.”
“Of course,” I reply, “it was so nice to see you again, Peter.”
“Yes, nice to see you too.”
Peter walks back into the party and I silently remain in my place and replay everything he just told me in my head. I knew Puck changed, but now I know why. I’m finding it hard to hate him again. He really is a good guy - even if he would suck as a boyfriend.
I begin to make my way back to the kitchen and catch a glimpse of Puck through one of the windows. It’s the first time I’ve seen him tonight. He’s standing near a table talking to some of the guests who appear to be laughing.
Even from this distance, I can tell how handsome he looks. He’s wearing a dark suit and white shirt that is fitted close enough to see the muscles in his chest and torso. His tie is teal in support of the cause, who’s iconic symbol is also teal. I think I’m staring unnoticed until I see Amanda’s face. She sidles up next to Puck and joins in the laughter.
Amanda looks stunning - of course. She’s wearing a tight fitting black gown. The front is low cut and the back, even lower, hanging at the base of her lower back. With her hair in a loose bun, she exudes an heir of pure class. I swear she’s looking at me, but I’m not sure if she can actually see me out here. I roll my eyes in disgust and walk the short distance to the kitchen. __________
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B ack in the kitchen , the desserts are already complete and being picked up and delivered to the tables. I’m thankful I hired such a capable crew - especially since I was able to disappear without any problems for longer than I expected. No one seemed to notice my absence, and I immediately get to work pulling the chocolate cups from the freezer so the bar staff can fill them with cordials that are being served with the desserts. Other than clean up, this is the last of the menu items for the night.
I catch a glimpse of a perfectly manicured hand picking up one of the cups from my tray. I look up and Amanda is standing in front of me, now twirling the cup in between her fingers and examining it.
“Those will be liquor filled if you want to wait a few minutes,” I suggest, trying to be nice. I don’t know what her agenda is, but I immediately have my guard up.
“Oh, no, hon,” she smirks, “I wouldn’t look like this if I ate this kind of garbage,” she comments, indicating her own figure, “I’m sure it’s delicious, hon, just not for me.”
Why is she harassing me? I’m not a confrontational person, but it’s taking everything I have to hold my tongue and be the bigger woman.
“Well, it’s yours now,” I sneer, turning my attention back to the tray.
Amanda places the chocolate on the table, but maintains her position across from me.
“He’s out of your league, you know,” she informs me.
“What?” I ask, not really sure what she’s talking about.
“Puck. I saw you staring at him just a few minutes ago,” she explains, “I
I’m floored. Puck redeemed my honor - and for no other reason than to clear his conscience so he could move on. He never told me any of this. None of it. He easily could have told me the other night when we spoke about our past that he cleared my name, but he didn’t. I guess it doesn’t matter. It wouldn't change anything that happened and I don’t know how I would have felt about it anyway.
“I see dessert coming,” Peter says, breaking my chain of thought, “don’t want to miss anything coming from your kitchen.”
He hugs me, “I hope I didn’t just expose a family secret,” he says as we embrace, “The booze can give me loose lips,” Peter shakes the ice in his empty glass, “maybe keep that story to yourself for a while.”
“Of course,” I reply, “it was so nice to see you again, Peter.”
“Yes, nice to see you too.”
Peter walks back into the party and I silently remain in my place and replay everything he just told me in my head. I knew Puck changed, but now I know why. I’m finding it hard to hate him again. He really is a good guy - even if he would suck as a boyfriend.
I begin to make my way back to the kitchen and catch a glimpse of Puck through one of the windows. It’s the first time I’ve seen him tonight. He’s standing near a table talking to some of the guests who appear to be laughing.
Even from this distance, I can tell how handsome he looks. He’s wearing a dark suit and white shirt that is fitted close enough to see the muscles in his chest and torso. His tie is teal in support of the cause, who’s iconic symbol is also teal. I think I’m staring unnoticed until I see Amanda’s face. She sidles up next to Puck and joins in the laughter.
Amanda looks stunning - of course. She’s wearing a tight fitting black gown. The front is low cut and the back, even lower, hanging at the base of her lower back. With her hair in a loose bun, she exudes an heir of pure class. I swear she’s looking at me, but I’m not sure if she can actually see me out here. I roll my eyes in disgust and walk the short distance to the kitchen. __________
----
B ack in the kitchen , the desserts are already complete and being picked up and delivered to the tables. I’m thankful I hired such a capable crew - especially since I was able to disappear without any problems for longer than I expected. No one seemed to notice my absence, and I immediately get to work pulling the chocolate cups from the freezer so the bar staff can fill them with cordials that are being served with the desserts. Other than clean up, this is the last of the menu items for the night.
I catch a glimpse of a perfectly manicured hand picking up one of the cups from my tray. I look up and Amanda is standing in front of me, now twirling the cup in between her fingers and examining it.
“Those will be liquor filled if you want to wait a few minutes,” I suggest, trying to be nice. I don’t know what her agenda is, but I immediately have my guard up.
“Oh, no, hon,” she smirks, “I wouldn’t look like this if I ate this kind of garbage,” she comments, indicating her own figure, “I’m sure it’s delicious, hon, just not for me.”
Why is she harassing me? I’m not a confrontational person, but it’s taking everything I have to hold my tongue and be the bigger woman.
“Well, it’s yours now,” I sneer, turning my attention back to the tray.
Amanda places the chocolate on the table, but maintains her position across from me.
“He’s out of your league, you know,” she informs me.
“What?” I ask, not really sure what she’s talking about.
“Puck. I saw you staring at him just a few minutes ago,” she explains, “I
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