Chapter: 18

ELENA

This pretense was getting more than boring. I danced with Rylan, a fake sweet smile etched on my face while I imagined things like how good it was going to feel once I would get home after this was over and change into my pjs. My thoughts were interrupted when the "blonde best man" came up.

"Can I steal your wife for a dance?" Rylan exhaled before nodding and walking away.

"May I?" I smiled and put my hand in his and another on his shoulder. We danced to the soft flow of music, our steps in perfect sync with the beats. With the kind of grace Jayce moved, he was a much better dancer than Rylan.

"We haven't officially met. I am Jayce Andrews, Rylan's best friend." Though that explained why he was the best man but it raised questions on his absence at the engagement. And why hadn’t I heard about him all these days? Then again Rylan wasn’t civil enough to sit down and have a talk about his personal life unless it favored him.

Since I had moved in, we had neve