didnât know how to say no.â
âSo did you go by yourself?â
âNo. I sat home and stuffed my face full of cream cheese brownies while wearing my prom dress.â She could still see herself, mascara streaking her face, crumbs spilling onto her lap. Such a pathetic scene. The memory left her sick to her stomach.
âIâm sorry.â
âIt was eight years ago,â she said, shrugging. âAnyway, I had the telephone in my hand to cancel this trip when I saw the picture of my wedding gown I stuck on my mirror and I said, âscrew it.â I wasnât sitting home again. At least here I can sit around and stare at palm trees
âPlus I had nonrefundable airline tickets,â she added, seeking to lighten the moment. There was only so much pathos a woman could take.
Across the table, Carlos choked on his drink.
âWhat?â she asked.
âThe part about the airline ticket. Jorge suggested that very same reason this morning.â
âYou and he were talking about me?â
âI talk about a lot of my guests.â
âOh.â She felt a tiny thrill anyway. âJorge...Thatâs the man who arrived with you this morning, right?â
Carlos nodded. âMy cousin.â
âI wondered when I heard you two had the same last name. I figured you were either related or Chavez is the Mexican version of Smith.â
âWe came here together about six weeks ago, shortly after the general manager left.â
âI thought you lost your wedding coordinator.â
âWe lost both,â he said in a sharp tone. âThey ran off together.â
âOh, my gosh, youâre kidding. My friend Delilah just married our boss. They fell in love on a business trip.â
âI doubt your friendâs relationship and this one are the quite same. Unless your boss also left a wife and an infant son behind.â
Oh.
âI didnât realize. The poor woman.â Larissaâs heart went out to her. âAnd here I thought Tom blindsided me.â
âIâm sorry, I shouldnât have said anything. That was inconsiderate of me.â
âNo, itâs okay.â At least now, she understood his comments from this morning. âYou were right, when you said itâs better I found out before the wedding.
âFunny thing is, I didnât stop to think there might have been a wife when you said they ran off. I assumed they were soul mates.â
âMore like partners in crime,â he said, signaling for the waiter.
âOr both.â
âYouâre joking.â
âLook, Iâm not saying they were right or even that theyâre nice people, but love is unpredictable. The heart wants what the heart wants.â
âYouâre far more generous than I am. Considering your own story, I would have thought youâd be far more bitter.â
The waiter arrived to clear their plates. Grateful for the interruption, Larissa watched silently as a copper hand lifted away her half-eaten plate. Carlosâs comment tapped a can of worms she wasnât ready to deal with yet, including the fact she had yet to feel any real heartache over Tomâs leaving.
âWhatâs done is done, right?â she said, when it was once again the two of them. It was the best answer she could muster at the moment. Everything else required deeper explanation, such as accepting that maybe Tom hadnât been the man of her dreams after all. âWe canât go back and change the past.â
âUnfortunately, we cannot.â
Sharpness coated his words, reminding her, too late, that heâd lost his wife. Now it was Larissaâs turn to regret her words. She opened her mouth to apologize, only to be stopped by a couple rushing the table.
âWeâre sorry to interrupt your dinner, Señor Chavez,â the man said.
âItâs my fault. Paul told me about the vow renewal and I was so excited, I had to
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