I quietly slipped into the back seat. Both Ethan and Lily looked momentarily surprised. Ethan glanced at me through the rearview mirror, trying to explain.
“I thought Lily’s taste was impeccable. I asked her to help us choose quickly.”
“Lily gets carsick, so I put her in the front,” he added, attempting to make it sound casual.
I nodded, turning my gaze to the scenery outside the window. With the prospect of leaving the country soon, I took in the final views of the city.
As I idly glanced forward, I noticed Ethan’s hand squeezing Lily’s, and Lily’s fingers intertwining with his. Their hands engaged in a silent conversation that spoke volumes.
I closed my eyes and pretended to doze off until we arrived.
At the wedding planning company, Lily immediately settled into a chair by the computer, while Ethan stood close to her, hunched over as they discussed the details. They looked like a loving couple, lost in their world.
I sat on a sofa across the room, indifferent and detached.
Once the plan was finalized, Ethan finally noticed me. Seeing me sitting alone, detached, he frowned.
“Why are you sitting so far away? Come over and help us choose,” he said, irritation in his voice.