I glanced at my watch. Again.
If he didn't come out of the airport in two minutes, we were going to be extremely late. Not that I minded being late. I would gladly miss the whole event if I could; I hated big parties where the food was terrible and the people were even worse.
A few minutes later, the door opened - finally - and a tall, attractive man stepped into the limo. I squinted at the dark-haired man seated across from me. Is that what he looked like? I honestly couldn't remember. It's not like I had really seen him much since our wedding God knows how long ago.
"Hello," I smiled at him, wanting to be polite more than anything else.
I didn't know what I was expecting, but I knew I wasn't expecting him to ignore me completely. He didn't even look at me. Not a single glance.
Okay, then ...
Well, two could play this game. I rested my head against the back of the seat and was asleep within minutes.
*
"Miss Ava? Miss, wake up. We have
arrived."
I opened my eyes to find the driver crouched next to me, shaking me slightly. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, ruining the makeup Isa, the housekeeper, had helped me apply
earlier this morning.
I stepped out of the limo, stretching and looking around for my 'husband'.
"He already went inside, Miss."
Great.
Thanking the driver, I grabbed my too-small-to-actually-fit-anything clutch and walked slowly into the grand hall. The moment I entered, I was attacked by a bear hug.
"Ava! Finally!" Olivia, my best friend, exclaimed. "Always so punctual."
"Hey, it wasn't my fault this time.
Someone decided to arrive 45 minutes
late."