something I would regret.
He was also tall, athletic, and annoyingly handsome.
Exactly the kind of man Max would notice.
“Why me?” Edward asked.
I tried to joke.
“Because you’re ridiculously presentable.”
He kept watching me.
“Veronica.”
I sighed.
“I want Max to see me with you and wonder if leaving me was a mistake.”
Edward leaned back.
For some reason, that answer seemed to bother him.
Then he nodded.
“Okay.”
I should have wondered why he agreed so easily.
Instead, I spent the week worrying about my dress.
Max had trained me well.
I rejected dress after dress because I could hear his old comments about my waist and arms.
Eventually, I chose the one I had liked before imagining what he would think.
Edward picked me up on Saturday.
There was a large cardboard box in the back of his car.
“What’s that?”
“Donation stuff.”
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