She pulled me to the side, running her hand down my arm in a way that was anything but friendly. Her cold and calculating smile appeared and she asked, without missing a beat, “Just what are you doing here James?”
James. She knew I hated to be called that, but this was a power play, an attempt to flip the dynamic on its head. I would not be conquered.
“I was invited Elizabeth.”
Her arms folded across her chest, defensively. I willed my soul to prepare for the stab of poison that would inevitably leave her lips.
“The balls on you, James. To believe that you were actually invited to partake in the activities taking place tonight. After what you’ve done, what you’ve ruined.”
I swallowed my rage but did not venture to say anything. I wanted this over, as quick and as painless as she would allow.
“A whole future, James. You destroyed that, corrupted that with your silly promises of love and devotion. Do you think she would want to see you?”
Her eyes expected a response so I obliged her against my better mind.
“Elizabeth, the only thing that is corrupted is your soul. The only thing that is destroyed is your body. Margot asked for me to be here. So I am here. And now I will leaving the potential chaos you so longingly wish to ensue, and return to my seat.”
I turned on my heel and went back to my seat, half expecting to be tackled like a wild zebra and pummeled with punches and kicks. No such thing occurred and a dozen steps later, I planted myself in my chair, ready to watch the love of my life marry another man.