Chapter Sixty-Two Gemma
Chapter Sixty-Two
Gemma
Guests clap and cheer as April and James disappear through the large reception doors hand in hand, blissful in love.
My gaze sweeps over the room, looking for Max, wondering if he left and I missed him. I look down at my phone screen, rereading his text.
Max: I leave tomorrow morning, and the idea of getting on that plane without talking to you is killing me. I want you to know that I meant everything I said. I still do.
“He left,” a voice says behind me.
I turn and find Anna.
She tips her chin toward the door. “A little while ago.”
I nod, pressing my lips together tightly, unsure of what to say. Both because this is awkward, but also because I might start crying again, and I’ve had enough of tears.
She rolls her eyes. “Oh, for fuck’s sake, just go to him, will you?”
I blink. “What?”
“You both look so bloody glum,” she says, crossing her arms. “He loves you, Gemma. Can’t you see that?”
My brows draw together. “I… I thought you—”
“I was angry. I was hurt. But watching you two dance around your feelings is exhausting. You’re both bloody hopeless.”
I stare at her, speechless.
“He’s leaving tomorrow,” she says. “So, if you’ve got something to say—say it. Don’t wait until he’s back in New York and you’re left wishing you had.”
My eyes well, overwhelmed that she’s given me her blessing. “Are you sure?” I ask.
She lets out a sigh, nudging me. “Yes, I’m sure. I’m not completely heartless.”
I fling my arms around her and give her a quick squeeze before pulling away.
Finally, I crack a smile.
And then… I run.