Chapter 2
Sage gracefully took the seat beside me, reaching into her designer bag to pull out a perfume bottle.
“A wedding gift,” she said with a warm smile. “It’s Jo Malone – been my signature scent for years. Absolutely divine.”
I had to admit, she was perfectly poised and genuinely charming. Even her choice of gift was thoughtfully directed to me, not Matteo.
After I thanked her, she pulled out her phone to exchange contact information.
“If he ever gives you trouble, call me,” she winked. “I may have known Matteo since prep school, but I’m team bride all the way!”
The group applauded her declaration.
“Classic Sage, always the queen!” someone called out.
She paused, looking past me to Matteo. “Hey you, what’s with the silent treatment? Three years and you’ve forgotten how to talk?”
The room buzzed with anticipation, everyone pretending to be occupied with their drinks while watching us intently.
Matteo’s ears had turned crimson. He couldn’t even look at her, instead staring into his whiskey glass. “Just out of practice – don’t know what to say to you anymore.”
“Blaming me for losing touch?” She raised her glass. “Let’s fix that, shall we?”
Matteo glanced at me nervously. “I’m under strict orders now – all communications need spousal approval first.”
They clinked glasses, sharing what appeared to be an amicable laugh. Everything seemed above board, perfectly innocent.
Yet sitting between them, I felt a knot forming in my stomach. After three years together, I could read Matteo’s body language like a book. Tonight, he was on edge.
As the evening progressed through drinks, karaoke, and party games, everyone got progressively tipsier. During a round of Truth or Dare, Matteo lost to Sage and chose Truth.
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That’s when Sage, her polish slightly softened by champagne, tilted her head and asked with disarming directness:
“If I objected at your wedding, would you run away with me?”
The room erupted.
“Finally! The elephant in the room!” “Now we’re getting somewhere!” “Come on, would you do it?”
Matteo’s eyes were alcohol–bright. He looked at her, emotions churning beneath the surface, and answered with devastating honesty:
“Yes.”
The room exploded in chaos.
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“I knew it!” “Wedding crasher alert!”
As cheers and whistles filled the room, I sat there between them, struggling to breathe, my hands
trembling.
I fled to the restroom and, fighting back tears, texted my best friend:
[Can you get me out of here ASAP?]
She called immediately.
“What happened? Did someone hurt you?”
“Just… can you come get me? Please?” My voice was breaking.
“Say no more. Seven minutes. I’m already in the car.”
“Drive carefully, it’s not that-”
“Don’t you dare tell me to slow down. I’m coming to get you whether you like it or not!”
- AL.
