Rachael's POVStanding at the center of the hall. Dressed sharply, holding hands with Bella. My stomach drops, my chest tightens. My heart races in a way that is almost emmbarrassing. He isn't supposed to be here, not tonight.My hands reach for the tablecloth, gripping it. My legs feel heavy, the memories of the night in France, flooding back. His voice, his touch, the way he moved"Rachael!" Bella screams in excitement.She rushes down to me, her grip tight on my hand as she pulls me forward, straight into him.Toward the man who is not supposed to exist in this version of my life.I force a smile, my eyes glued to the floor. I don't look at him yet, I can't. If I do, I might forget where I am. Who I'm meant to be tonight.Bella is glowing, " Come on, I want you to meet them properly."As if seeing him isn't already undoing me.He's standing there like nothing ever happened. Calm collected. His face is unreadable, but his eyes, those eyes, hold something sharp."Rachael", Bella says
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