That evening, I waited for a long time at the reserved restaurant, but no one showed up.
Just as I was beginning to think that my popularity was abysmal, I received a message from Eloise, a colleague from my department.
Eloise: [Tara, didn't Mr. Stevens say that everyone was coming to celebrate Katie's promotion? Why aren't you here?]
In an instant, everything became clear.
I didn't explain, only replying: [It's fine, enjoy your meal and drinks. May everything go smoothly with you.]
I signaled the waiter to bring me a serving of foie gras and a bottle of wine.
I stayed until the restaurant closed before slowly getting up to leave.
This would be my farewell.
In the early hours of the morning, I dragged my suitcase to the airport.
Just before boarding the plane, I sent a message to Connor.
I: [Connor, love has turned to ashes, so I don't want you anymore. We shall never meet again.]
After sending the message, I turned off my phone and threw it into the trash bin.
