the truth anymore?
And did he and his girlfriend really think that Gareth could put aside everything he stood for, all of his convictions, just like that for love ?
Chapter Eight
As Anne picked out her outfit for work the next day, she caught herself sighing for what had to be the dozenth time.
What was wrong with her?
Moping around was so negative , and that wasn’t the person she wanted to be. Yet there was something about the thought of what had happened with Gareth yesterday—the almost-kiss that had kept her up half the night replaying it over and over—that was profoundly frustrating. So much so that yet another sigh slipped by her normally optimistic defenses.
In the past few months, she’d seen her friend Phoebe becoming far less cynical about the world thanks to her relationship with Patrick Knight. Anne really hoped that kind of thing didn’t work in reverse too.
It was just, that moment yesterday, when Gareth’s mouth had been just inches from hers and his arms had been around her, had been so good. More than that, it had felt right .
She’d spent so many years looking around for Mr. Right, even letting Phoebe and Tyce talk her into occasionally dating one of their friends. Only, with everything Anne had seen of her parents’ marriage, it had just seemed so obvious that she would know when the right person came along. Unfortunately, none of the men she’d dated had ever come close.
Heading downstairs to get breakfast, she put a pot on for tea. While the water boiled, she got a box of cereal out of the pantry and reflected that when she’d been in Gareth’s arms on her couch, she could have sworn there was something special between them: an impossible, perfect connection that she’d felt like nothing could break.
Until he had broken it by pulling back from her.
If they had that kind of connection, then surely he should have felt it too? Surely the thing about perfect love was that it should be perfect, not something that people got confused over, or pulled back from, or…
She looked down and saw that she was pouring tea into her cereal bowl.
“Damn it!”
Anne paused, more than a little horrified with herself for the way she was behaving this morning.
Which brought her to something else she couldn’t make sense of. Her parents had been such perfect, happy, loving counterparts to each other. Whereas Gareth was at the heart of a legal process that was slowly tearing Anne apart inside.
Didn’t that mean he couldn’t possibly be right for her?
And yet, Anne still wished he had closed that gap between them and kissed her yesterday.
Abandoning her breakfast, she walked back over to the pile of boxes all over her floor. On top of one of the boxes was a picture of her mother and father on their wedding day.
Her mother looked radiant in her wedding dress, like a princess. Her father was incredibly handsome in his suit.
Felicity Andrews and San Francisco magazine were expecting to use her mother’s wedding dress for the photo shoot. Fortunately, it didn’t take Anne long to find the dress. She’d gotten it out of its box many times over the years to stare at while she waited for inspiration to hit. Just the thought of the love her parents had was always enough to fuel her creative juices.
Now, Anne held the gown up to the light with a critical eye, looking at it the way she would a dress ready to be fitted to a bride. It was beautiful, but there was still a lot of work to do. The beading around the edges had faded over time, and some of the stitching had come loose. It would all need to be redone by hand. She ran the silk of the dress through her fingers, feeling the beading as she went.
Remembering her mother saying the beads had been a special gift from her father for the dress, she wondered if they had picked out the beads together? Or had her father brought them home from one of his book tours? Because he had gone on a lot of trips without her and her mother, hadn’t he…
On
And did he and his girlfriend really think that Gareth could put aside everything he stood for, all of his convictions, just like that for love ?
Chapter Eight
As Anne picked out her outfit for work the next day, she caught herself sighing for what had to be the dozenth time.
What was wrong with her?
Moping around was so negative , and that wasn’t the person she wanted to be. Yet there was something about the thought of what had happened with Gareth yesterday—the almost-kiss that had kept her up half the night replaying it over and over—that was profoundly frustrating. So much so that yet another sigh slipped by her normally optimistic defenses.
In the past few months, she’d seen her friend Phoebe becoming far less cynical about the world thanks to her relationship with Patrick Knight. Anne really hoped that kind of thing didn’t work in reverse too.
It was just, that moment yesterday, when Gareth’s mouth had been just inches from hers and his arms had been around her, had been so good. More than that, it had felt right .
She’d spent so many years looking around for Mr. Right, even letting Phoebe and Tyce talk her into occasionally dating one of their friends. Only, with everything Anne had seen of her parents’ marriage, it had just seemed so obvious that she would know when the right person came along. Unfortunately, none of the men she’d dated had ever come close.
Heading downstairs to get breakfast, she put a pot on for tea. While the water boiled, she got a box of cereal out of the pantry and reflected that when she’d been in Gareth’s arms on her couch, she could have sworn there was something special between them: an impossible, perfect connection that she’d felt like nothing could break.
Until he had broken it by pulling back from her.
If they had that kind of connection, then surely he should have felt it too? Surely the thing about perfect love was that it should be perfect, not something that people got confused over, or pulled back from, or…
She looked down and saw that she was pouring tea into her cereal bowl.
“Damn it!”
Anne paused, more than a little horrified with herself for the way she was behaving this morning.
Which brought her to something else she couldn’t make sense of. Her parents had been such perfect, happy, loving counterparts to each other. Whereas Gareth was at the heart of a legal process that was slowly tearing Anne apart inside.
Didn’t that mean he couldn’t possibly be right for her?
And yet, Anne still wished he had closed that gap between them and kissed her yesterday.
Abandoning her breakfast, she walked back over to the pile of boxes all over her floor. On top of one of the boxes was a picture of her mother and father on their wedding day.
Her mother looked radiant in her wedding dress, like a princess. Her father was incredibly handsome in his suit.
Felicity Andrews and San Francisco magazine were expecting to use her mother’s wedding dress for the photo shoot. Fortunately, it didn’t take Anne long to find the dress. She’d gotten it out of its box many times over the years to stare at while she waited for inspiration to hit. Just the thought of the love her parents had was always enough to fuel her creative juices.
Now, Anne held the gown up to the light with a critical eye, looking at it the way she would a dress ready to be fitted to a bride. It was beautiful, but there was still a lot of work to do. The beading around the edges had faded over time, and some of the stitching had come loose. It would all need to be redone by hand. She ran the silk of the dress through her fingers, feeling the beading as she went.
Remembering her mother saying the beads had been a special gift from her father for the dress, she wondered if they had picked out the beads together? Or had her father brought them home from one of his book tours? Because he had gone on a lot of trips without her and her mother, hadn’t he…
On
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