Seven years of hiding our relationship, three years of a hidden marriage.
My ten years of being pushed aside turned into a huge joke.
At first, no one said anything. Then someone finally said, “Congrats,” and everyone started reacting again.
Imogen sat down beside Freddie and the two accepted everyone’s congratulations like a newly married couple.
“I came late, so I should take three drinks as a penalty. But Freddie hasn’t let me drink lately, so I’ll use a soda instead.”
Imogen was good at dealing with people.
Even though Freddie didn’t move, she raised her glass and greeted everyone at the table.
Instantly, the mood brightened.
In just a few minutes, everyone started complimenting her.
“By the way, I heard someone in your class chased Freddie for seven years. Who is it?”
“I really want to know who had that kind of patience.” Imogen looked around the room and asked with a wide smile.
I kept my head down, the smile on my face already gone.
No one answered and not a single person dared to look my way; they were scared I might flip the table in anger.
Since I was young, everyone knew I had an easily upset and never let things go.
Except for Freddie, almost no one could calm me.