“He’s my most important friend.”
I kept telling myself he was only her “best male friend.” Again and again, I let that excuse stab me, let her trample my pride.
In her heart, my dignity never weighed more than a “joke” between her and Dorian.
Seeing me stand frozen, Dorian put on a show of restraint, pulling Elara back a step.
“Elara, don’t be impulsive. Adrian’s just jealous because he loves you too much…”
Then he turned to me with a mocking smile.
“Come on, Adrian. Be a man—be generous. Elara and I grew up naked together. I’ve seen every inch of her. What’s a tattoo compared to that?”
His words made the room erupt in laughter.
And Elara, persuaded by him, softened her voice.
“Dorian already explained. What else do you want? I know you’re upset, but he really is my most important friend. Can’t you just let it go? The guests will be coming in soon. Can’t I make it up to you later?”
She glanced toward the door.
“Both families are waiting outside. Do you want to embarrass yourself in front of them?”