She looked towards the reception area.
“Why did Dad say that no one would want to go out with you?”
I crouched down next to her.
“He was mean.”
She thought for a moment.
“Edward isn’t really your boyfriend?”Write Love Letters
“No.”
“So why did you say he
was?”
For a moment, lying would have been easier.
Instead, I told him the truth.
“Because I wanted your father to think that someone desired me.”
She frowned.
“But we wanted you to be here.”
I had no answer.
She hugged me.
That simple sentence had more of an effect on me than anything Edward or Max had said all evening.
After running back to the reception, Edward was still waiting.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
“I’m still angry with you.”
