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Friday came quicker than I wanted. Matt left, claiming it was another work meeting. “Good luck,” I said with a fake smile, my stomach churning.
The moment he was out the door, I grabbed my phone. Kelly, a friend who worked at the restaurant, had already secured a table right next to Matt’s. She sent a text confirming the reservation.
“Showtime,” I muttered, putting on my best dress and heading out.
A group of friends sit anxiously at a restaurant table, waiting and watching the entrance | Source: Midjourney
The adrenaline was like a second heartbeat as I arrived at the restaurant with Lucas, Nicole, and Tara. Each step felt like a countdown. We were seated near the entrance, a perfect spot to watch Matt walk in. I could barely sit still, my hands gripping the table’s edge.
Lucas leaned over. “You sure about this?”
I nodded, swallowing hard. “Yeah, it’s time.”
A man enters a restaurant holding hands with a woman | Source: Midjourney
Minutes ticked by like hours until finally, Matt walked in, holding Lola’s hand. He stopped dead, his face draining of color as our eyes met. Lola, blissfully unaware, gave me a polite smile. I returned it with a glare that could freeze fire.
“Matt, darling,” I said, standing up and raising my glass, “a toast to you.”
