Nathan and Gabriel were standing in the doorway. I hadn’t even noticed them return.
Their eyes fixed on me, unreadable.
Gabriel’s voice broke the silence first. “Dress… for the wedding?”
Nathan stepped forward, frowning. “Wedding? What wedding?”
“What wedding are you even talking about?” Nathan asked, brow furrowed, confusion written all over his face.
I smiled slowly, deliberately, letting the words hang in the air. “The wedding you won’t be attending.”
He blinked, caught off guard. “Whose wedding? Not… not mine, right?”
I tilted my head, letting a soft, mocking laugh escape as I stepped closer. “Of course not mine. You haven’t even proposed yet, Nathan. Still my boyfriend, aren’t you?”
I lightly brushed my hand across his arm, just enough to unsettle him.
He recoiled immediately, shaking my hand off. “Elena… don’t be so clingy. You’re still healing. Just… rest for now.”
I swallowed the sting that cut deep into me. He didn’t even pretend to care anymore. How could I have been so foolish to actually fall for him?
Gabriel, leaning against the doorway, crossed his arms. “Wait… why aren’t we invited? We’ve known you forever.”