[Gideon, since you’re busy today, I came to the amusement park with my best friend.]
The moment he read it, he jumped to his feet and looked around in panic. But Arabella tugged on his arm and dragged him toward the roller coaster. That was when I stepped out from behind the tree.
All afternoon, I watched them riding the carousel together, taking the Ferris wheel all the way to the top.
All the while, I held Gideon’s spare phone, so I read his private wedding plans with Arabella.
Hundreds of wedding dresses were also sent to their group chat for the guys to vote on.
Those men usually sweetly called me and took favors from me, yet not one of them told me about the plan.
I used to believe Gideon just wasn’t into wedding stuff.
Back then, I handled our wedding planning myself. I picked the dress, and I tried it on alone. Even during the rehearsal, I stood in an empty hall pretending he was there, while he claimed to be too busy with work.
When my mom complained, I even defended him, reasoning, “Men just don’t care about these things.”
But tonight, I sat in the city’s best restaurant with Colette, back-to-back with Gideon and Arabella.