Late for love) Chapter 2
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For the next few days, Grant didn’t
come home, and I didn’t ask. I quietly
contacted my friends to retrieve the
wedding invitations.
Grant didn’t care for big weddings so
we had only invited our closest friends.
They were all surprised when they heard
this.
“Why are you canceling the wedding?
You guys seemed so sweet,” they asked.
I didn’t know how to answer that.
Sweet? If his long–time coldness could
be called sweetness, then fine.
The only one who was sweet in this
relationship was me.
I finally came clean.“I’m having a new
groom.
Everyone laughed. Nobody took that
seriously. Given my past devotion to
Grant, it was impossible
But that was fine. I would prove them
wrong.
This time, I meant it.
I got back all the invitations and went
back home. Grant came back right after
- me. His white shirt, which was usually
neat and clean, wrinkled. His eyes
bloodshot, his demeanor listless. I
immediately sensed his distress.
The first words out of his mouth
mirrored my actions.“Get those wedding
invitations back. My mentor passed away.
In honor of him, I can’t get married for
six months.”
He expected me to freak out, to argue. him
He knew how eager I was to marry
and how much my grandpa wanted to
come to my wedding. He’d even thought
about how to persuade me, but I was
surprisingly calm.
“Okay. I’m sorry for your loss.”
Grant was taken aback. That was not
the reaction he expected. It seemed, since that night, I’d become a different person.
Although he found me strange, he didn’t
have the energy to think about why. He
rubbed his tired eyes.
“His memorial is today. He spoke of
you before he passed. I’m taking you there.”
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I didn’t like Wanda, but I respected
her father. He was a kind professor. He
surely wouldn’t approve of what his
daughter was doing. I nodded, agreeing to
- go.
Grant cleaned up, changed clothes,
and took me to the memorial.
As soon as we arrived, we heard a
wail.“Grant…”
I saw Wanda, dressed in black,
collapsing to the ground in tears.
“Wanda!”
Grant rushed to her side, gently
cradling her. Without looking up, he said,”
Rosie, you go ahead. I’ll stay with her.”
Watching his tender and concerning
face, I wondered if Wanda was his
girlfriend.
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The past me would have freaked out.
But I was no longer that stupid girl. I
merely glanced at them before turning
and walking away.
