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Every set of eyes turns to me at once, but I don’t want to look at any of these people. I was supposed to be looking at Josh, but fuck. There’s a reason I didn’t want to go first.

So instead of looking at my soon-to-be husband, I lock eyes with Gray, then take a deep breath and start making my way down the aisle.

Chapter 3

Grayson

I must have pictured this a thousand times over.

Music playing, Harlow in a tux, his blue eyes glued to mine as he walks down the aisle toward me.

I never imagined it wouldn’t be at our wedding, but at his wedding with someone else. Someone else who is currently on my shit list. He should know by now that Harlow doesn’t do well with things changing. There’s a reason Josh was supposed to go first. And that reason is staring me dead in the eyes.

Harlow’s teeth sink into his bottom lip as he makes the walk down the aisle toward me—well, not me, but… fuck, try telling that to my heart.

I reach up slowly—not that it matters since not a single person is looking at me aside from him—and tap my bottom lip.

Recognition lights up his features, and he releases his grip. The only problem is that now his bottom lip is wet and glistening, and he’s literally walking toward me in a fucking tux, looking every bit like the man of my dreams, and it’s really fucking with my head.

As he gets closer, my eyes start burning. At least no one is gonna judge me for crying at a wedding, I guess.

When he gets a few steps away, he pauses, and his mom—Annette—kisses his temple. His parents untangle their arms from his and sit down. Then he’s standing alone.

Without looking away from me, he takes the final few steps to the altar, then stands beside me, folding his hands in front of him.

The music is still playing, and I turn my attention to the door. Fucking Josh. If I knew it wouldn’t hurt Harlow, I’d give this fucker a piece of my mind.

We wait and wait and wait. The longer we wait, the more Harlow shifts back and forth on his feet, and from the corner of my eye, I catch him picking at his cuticles.

I grit my teeth, frustration welling up inside me.

The song ends, and after a few seconds of silence, the band starts up again, playing the same one.

Sweeping my gaze across the room, I watch people moving in their seats, turning toward the door and murmuring to each other.

“What’s going on?” Harlow whispers.

“I’m not sure,” I whisper back. “Do you want me to go find Andy?”

He shakes his head. “Hell no. Don’t leave me.”

My heart thumps. “I won’t.”

After a few more seconds, Andy appears around the corner. I know his relationship with Josh is strained, and for a second, I wonder if they’ve gotten into an argument. His hair is a mess, nothing like what it was before Harlow walked out here, and his tie is slightly askew.

Ignoring the eyes of everyone on him, he walks briskly down the aisle, his gaze too intense on Harlow for my liking.

Instead of standing in his place opposite me, he steps in front of Harlow. “I need to talk to you,” he whispers to Harlow, his eyes darting to me.

“About what?” Harlow tries to look past him, but Andy shifts, blocking his view.

“I—” Andy starts, then stops, shaking his head. “I’m so sorry, Harlow.”

Harlow cocks his head. “Sorry for what?”

There’s no fucking way. This goddamn asshole. “He left, didn’t he?” I hiss, picking up on what’s happening before Harlow does.

All the color drains from Harlow’s face, his body going stock-still. “What?”