At the restaurant, the two of them sat side by side. In her sleek business attire and his tailored suit, they looked perfect together.
Some people were simply out of reach, no matter how much you chased after them.
So when my colleagues joked about how good they looked together—“a perfect match, a natural pair”—I just smiled and nodded along.
“They do look good together,” I said. “Their age, looks, family backgrounds—everything fits.”
The moment the words left my mouth, both Sean and our VP, Henry Clarke, who’d been chatting with him earlier, froze.
In the past, whenever people joked about pairing him with Yvette, I couldn’t hide my discomfort. Sometimes I’d pretend I didn’t hear. Sometimes I’d just sit there stone-faced.
But today, I felt nothing, just like a bystander watching someone else’s story.
Basking in the compliment, Yvette lit up, casting me a triumphant glance.
Eventually, someone brought up the topic of marriage and settling down. Yvette quickly grabbed the chance and turned the spotlight on me.