“I’m sorry.” He says in a hurt voice as he looks at the ground.

“Sorry? For what?”

“For doing that to you. I should have made sure you were ready.”

He walks out of the room and I stand about to break. Chris would have moved in and he did. I sigh and sit on my bed. I grab a pillow and throw it at Amber and Ashton. That takes out some of my anger.

“Hey,” Amber says loudly to me.

“It’s ok. I should go anyway,” he starts to stand
up, “Goodnight,” He tells her again.

“Goodnight,” she repeats.

He walks out and closes the door.

“So,” Amber says, “Why didn’t you tell me you wanted him to be your maid of honor? What did he say when you told him you wanted him to be your maid of honor? Was he sad? Was he happy? Did he want to do it?”

I laugh, “Because I didn’t know how you would react. He was mixed but I convinced him.”