@thewrightmatt
Greta couldn’t believe when she opened her mail and the wedding invitation slapped her in the face. She hadn’t seen Matthew Wright in years, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t thought about him along the road—wondered how he was. Apparently very happy... It was clear she was bitter about it, but who wouldn’t be. They had dated throughout high school and the year it followed while she applied for colleges. Until of course, she left him—so maybe she shouldn’t be so upset about it, she couldn’t expect him to have waited after how they ended. But the betrayal feeling lingered. She chose her career instead of Matt and now that she was finally back he was getting married. Typical.
Taryn. When she read the bride’s name it immediately ran a bell to her newest client, who was most excited over the phone about the fact Greta was in LA as she loved her culinary talent. Greta had a huge social media presence and, well, a Michelin star restaurant in France. But it couldn’t be the same person, could it? Most men didn’t get involved in wedding catering, but this was Matt, he was a hopeless romantic, he would have got involved in that, wouldn’t he? And if he did, was he the one to suggest her? She couldn’t believe it… She didn’t remember leaving things on a good note between them last time that he would invite her to the wedding, and hire her? Perhaps he had changed, it had been so many years… she knew for sure she had changed.
She tried to go about her day, with that thought in the back of her mind, and then she finally got the guts to pick up the phone and try that number she never forgot, or erased and even got through the trouble of putting it down on her phone, and she was hoping he would pick up. “Hello?”
