In the three years we’d been married, I had never attended any party—large or small. I knew I wasn’t the brightest, and the whispers about me always found their way back to my ears. So, I stayed in the background, away from public scrutiny.
But when Jessica mentioned it would be her first event since returning to the country, I couldn’t get the image of her and Scott standing together out of my head. They were so perfect—beautiful, poised, flawless. The thought of them together felt unbearable.
Scott stared at me for what felt like an eternity, his lips twitching like he wanted to argue.
But finally, he nodded. “Alright. If Nadia wants to go, then we’ll go.”
I noticed Jessica froze for just a moment before resuming her movements. But I couldn’t waste time worrying about her.
After Grandpa passed, Scott was the only person left in my world.
I couldn’t lose him.
...
When we arrived at the event hall, the room briefly fell silent.
Scott led me to a quiet lounge area, handing me a small plate with a delicate slice of cake. His expression softened as he smiled.
“Be good, Nadia,” he said gently. "I'm going to meet some people. Please stay close and don't wander off. I'll come back soon."