Natalie
As I enter the church, I know there is no more hiding from the devil himself.
I've been avoiding Noah for the entire week. Hiding behind furniture, under furniture. One evening, I was in the jacuzzi, heart hammering inside my chest while he was shaving his face.
But in this church, there is nowhere to turn.
The beautiful bastard is out for revenge, and I got it coming. Noah is smirking at me now, wagging his eyebrows from his seat. It's a small wedding, and I'm trying hard not to smile, but it's impossible.
"Can I sit with you with you?" I ask in a hopeful tone. "Truce?"
Noah sizes me up. I'm wearing a red, tiny thing that squeezes me in all the right places. I imagine my stomach pouch is still visible, and I will probably feel fat while sitting down.
I'm self-conscious, bu
