Honeymoon for Three, Except I'm Missing

Harry's POV

Giselle Huberman's car finally pulled up with just ten minutes left before the attraction closed. She got out, looking annoyed.

"Why do you always have to go off taking pictures? We had to drive all the way back here this late at night just to get you. I don't see what's worth taking pictures of," she snapped.

I'd spent five hours waiting in the bitter cold, only to be blamed the moment she arrived.

She never once explained why she refused to take pictures of me or why she always got irritated whenever I picked up a camera, even though her phone was filled with photos of Steven Rudd.

My eyes stung, but I refused to let the tears fall.

Steven casually wedged himself between us, wearing an innocent smile.

"Harry, don't be mad at Giselle," he said. "Good thing she'd planned the route for me ahead of time. We got to hit the tourist spot quickly and then came back to pick you up. See? She's not as careless as you said."

I felt all the strength drain from my body. I couldn't even clench my fists.

I'd spent two years trying to convince Giselle to go on this trip with me. She always said planning a trip was too much trouble, so I'd taken care of everything myself to spare her the hassle. I even put together a 20-slide PowerPoint just for it.

But now I realized she wasn't too lazy to plan a trip. She just wasn't willing to make the effort for me.

Giselle affectionately ruffled Steven's hair, and the anger on her face gradually faded.

"Alright, alright. I'm not mad anymore. Here, put your jacket on," she said.

That was when I noticed the jacket draped over her arm wasn't for me. She'd brought it for Steven.

My clothes were damp from the mist, and I shivered in the cold. Steven quickly handed me the jacket, giving Giselle a reproachful look.

"You really don't know how to read the room, Giselle," he said. Then he turned to me. "Here, put this on and go change out of those wet clothes."

I wanted to refuse his pity, but I was so cold I could barely feel my body. In the end, I went to the restroom to change.

When I was about to turn on the faucet, I heard Steven chuckle outside. "I told you Harry would cry when we got here. Pay up. That's 50 bucks."

Giselle let out a laugh. "You know him too well. Fine, fine. Here you go."

Steven sounded disapproving, but there was a hint of smugness in his voice. "You should be ashamed of yourself. You don't even know your fiance that well. You're not usually this clueless."

They tried to keep their laughter quiet, but every word still reached my ears.

I looked at my pale face in the mirror and couldn't help finding the whole thing absurd.

I'd been hungry and freezing for hours, only to discover that I'd been nothing more than a source of amusement for the two of them.

I dried my hands, closed my eyes for a moment, and pretended that I hadn't heard a thing.