Tessa was...tense. There was something about how big the room was, how many people they'd managed to squeeze in and the noise- that was the worst part. Realistically (and she did so pride herself on being a realist), she knew that no one in this room was talking about her. No one even really knew her. Her dad on the other hand? Talk of the town. Which was good, it was a good thing and she was happy for him. Tessa had watched her dad wear that wedding ring everyday since her parents split up- officially and all, paper signed- and all she'd wanted was for him to face reality. To accept what had happened and then to realise that now he could move on. There was life after her mom.
Tessa was...a hypocrite.
There. She knew it. She couldn't practice what she preached about facing reality, the truth and then doing something about it. Nope. Instead she'd just looked at her from the corner of her eye, catching glimpses of tattoos and Oliver Andrews (not that she cared, obviously) before looking away again. Jeez, she was so embarrassing. What was this? Kindergarten? With a sigh, she'd put down her untouched glass of champagne, making a move to get the hell out of the ballroom for some air when she'd been swept up into that damn waltz. That's how she'd ended up there, stuck in that noisy circle with all those people who weren't talking about her and that's how she ended up...with her.
‘ Hi. ’ Wow smooth... ‘ Uh, sorry that was a lame. The more glitter I’ve lost off this dress, the less articulate I’ve become. Did uh, you...and Oliver? Enter the circle of doom. ’
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