Sylvie didn’t detect any tension in the room, and breezing past Audrey, she stood between them. She wore a pout on her lips, accentuated with bright red lipstick, and proceeded to grab Ben’s cravat, seductively leaning into his chest.
Audrey backed away, despite Ben shaking his head, his eyes pleading with her. This was it. His big chance to try and let her know the extent of his feelings, and in waltzes the wicked witch. She had blown everything, this perfect moment, the rain as a backdrop, the rippling waves, Audrey in her beautiful dress.
What would he have done anyway? Carl was metres away in the marquee. She seemed to care for him. Was he going to tell her what Daniel had told him? Was he going to profess his undying love?
I’m going crazy. I am actually going insane. Too much work,
