“You promised to stay with me. Don’t be distracted, and neither can she. Otherwise, I’ll ignore you.”
Ethan smiled, raised his hand, and dropped the phone into a glass overflowing with water.
He arched an eyebrow and said, “My little princess, satisfied now?”
Seeing Tara finally nod, Ethan lifted her above his head and spun her around.
The sea breeze carried her gleeful screams.
By the time I put down the phone I had been recording with, my tears had soaked through my mask.
Six years of my relationship with Ethan had amounted to nothing.
I steeled myself for hell to come.
Tired from playing, the group sat down to chat.
Tara’s voice drifted on the wind:
“Actually, on the night of Ethan’s wedding, I got drunk and said I just wanted to marry anyone. But he got so angry, he came to me in Nicole’s wedding dress.”
“Funny, right? We just played house like we did as kids, worshipping the moon and heaven and earth.”
My heart twisted. I thought of the custom wedding dress I had been waiting for. Ethan had said it was stained, sent it to the cleaners, and then lost it.
Tara smiled: