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smiled, speaking with the kind of authority that only people a day away from their wedding can have. Rosie felt a sudden lump in her throat and, horrified, turned away, praying she wouldn't burst into tears right there and then. To her relief, she saw a couple of the other bridesmaids wandering downstairs, and quickly deferred Dina's interest on to them. She hurried over to the window, gulping down a couple of big breaths in an attempt to calm herself down.
"You okay?"
A voice from behind her took Rosie by surprise. She took another moment to compose herself, and then turned around, plastering a big grin on her face and praying that whoever it was wouldn't bestow her with the awful sympathy she'd been getting from everyone since she arrived. That was the worst part- people talking to her as if she'd been through some life-altering tragedy. That made it worse.
"Yeah, thanks," she nodded, barely taking the time to register who was talking to her before she spoke. When she made eye contact, she found herself squinting in recognition- who the fuck was this guy again? He was slim, with a waist that tapered out into broad shoulders and glittering blue eyes flecked with gold. His shirt was buttoned incorrectly, as if he'd just thrown on whatever he could find and dashed downstairs. Oh, yeah- the groomsmen, he was one of Tom's groomsmen. Dina had pointed him out to her last night with a glint in her eye, but Rosie really hadn't been in the mood for matchmaking.
"I heard what you were saying over there," he gestured back over to Dina. "I wasn't trying to earwig or anything, I just- I get it. I was there pretty recently myself."
"It fucking sucks, right?" Rosie raised her eyebrows. "I don't know how people are meant to get through weddings after crap like that happens."
"Yeah, you got me," he shrugged, then thrust his hand out in her direction. "I'm Win, by the way."
"Win?" She put her hand in his.
"Short for Winston." He pulled a face. "My parents were big into British history."
"That's actually kind of neat," she laughed, feeling the lump in her throat finally begin to retreat. "I'm Rosie."
"You're Dina's cousin, aren't you?" He cocked his head at her, and Rosie nodded.
"Yeah, that's me."
"I'm glad there's someone else in the wedding party who isn't all delirious on love like everyone else here," he noted cynically, and she couldn't help giggling.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure a couple of the bridesmaids and groomsmen are already hooking up."
"Wouldn't surprise me," he laughed and shook his head. "So, wanna be my partner in single-hood crime this weekend? Or however long we're stuck here."
"Sounds good," she nodded, and he offered her his arm.
"I think we've got a meeting to go to in the breakfast room," he pulled a face. "Want to accompany me?"
"As soon as you get that shirt sorted out," jibed Rosie, and he glanced down and rolled his eyes.
"Shit, I knew I got ready too fast this morning," he shook his head, and turned away from her. "I'm going to head upstairs and get changed."
"I'll join you," she blurted out before she had a chance to think about what she was saying. She didn't want to get abandoned down with all the couples by herself, so she would deal with his surprised reaction and raised eyebrow.
"If you insist," he shrugged. "I'm on the top floor."
They strolled up in companionable silence, both of them avoiding the chaos that seemed to be erupting around the hotel as guests figured out that they weekend plans might be taking a dramatic change.
"So, who was he?" Win asked quietly as they made their way up the stairs.
"Boyfriend, you know, live-in, the whole deal," She shook her head. "Piece of shit."
"Well, at least you're firmly past the stage of still thinking he didn't do anything wrong," he grinned, and she smiled back, feeling that weight bear down on her chest once again.
"What about you?" She quickly replied, trying to distract herself.
"Engaged. We
"You okay?"
A voice from behind her took Rosie by surprise. She took another moment to compose herself, and then turned around, plastering a big grin on her face and praying that whoever it was wouldn't bestow her with the awful sympathy she'd been getting from everyone since she arrived. That was the worst part- people talking to her as if she'd been through some life-altering tragedy. That made it worse.
"Yeah, thanks," she nodded, barely taking the time to register who was talking to her before she spoke. When she made eye contact, she found herself squinting in recognition- who the fuck was this guy again? He was slim, with a waist that tapered out into broad shoulders and glittering blue eyes flecked with gold. His shirt was buttoned incorrectly, as if he'd just thrown on whatever he could find and dashed downstairs. Oh, yeah- the groomsmen, he was one of Tom's groomsmen. Dina had pointed him out to her last night with a glint in her eye, but Rosie really hadn't been in the mood for matchmaking.
"I heard what you were saying over there," he gestured back over to Dina. "I wasn't trying to earwig or anything, I just- I get it. I was there pretty recently myself."
"It fucking sucks, right?" Rosie raised her eyebrows. "I don't know how people are meant to get through weddings after crap like that happens."
"Yeah, you got me," he shrugged, then thrust his hand out in her direction. "I'm Win, by the way."
"Win?" She put her hand in his.
"Short for Winston." He pulled a face. "My parents were big into British history."
"That's actually kind of neat," she laughed, feeling the lump in her throat finally begin to retreat. "I'm Rosie."
"You're Dina's cousin, aren't you?" He cocked his head at her, and Rosie nodded.
"Yeah, that's me."
"I'm glad there's someone else in the wedding party who isn't all delirious on love like everyone else here," he noted cynically, and she couldn't help giggling.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure a couple of the bridesmaids and groomsmen are already hooking up."
"Wouldn't surprise me," he laughed and shook his head. "So, wanna be my partner in single-hood crime this weekend? Or however long we're stuck here."
"Sounds good," she nodded, and he offered her his arm.
"I think we've got a meeting to go to in the breakfast room," he pulled a face. "Want to accompany me?"
"As soon as you get that shirt sorted out," jibed Rosie, and he glanced down and rolled his eyes.
"Shit, I knew I got ready too fast this morning," he shook his head, and turned away from her. "I'm going to head upstairs and get changed."
"I'll join you," she blurted out before she had a chance to think about what she was saying. She didn't want to get abandoned down with all the couples by herself, so she would deal with his surprised reaction and raised eyebrow.
"If you insist," he shrugged. "I'm on the top floor."
They strolled up in companionable silence, both of them avoiding the chaos that seemed to be erupting around the hotel as guests figured out that they weekend plans might be taking a dramatic change.
"So, who was he?" Win asked quietly as they made their way up the stairs.
"Boyfriend, you know, live-in, the whole deal," She shook her head. "Piece of shit."
"Well, at least you're firmly past the stage of still thinking he didn't do anything wrong," he grinned, and she smiled back, feeling that weight bear down on her chest once again.
"What about you?" She quickly replied, trying to distract herself.
"Engaged. We
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