She Rewrote the Script
"Eric, you're reading too much into it. This has nothing to do with you."
Eric would not have it, stubborn as ever, "Sylvia, I know you're upset. Let's talk when you've cooled off."
I watched him walk away, a smirk hidden in my thoughts.
Come morning, Yale lifted me into the wedding limo, and we set off for the hotel.
Driving past the Jordans' place, I caught sight of Eric, his arm around Willa, at the front door.
Eric, eyeing the grand procession of wedding cars, teased Willa, "Sylvia's quite the fibber. Garcia's little secret is tying the knot today, but I'll confront her later and see what kind of scene she'll try to stir up with me then."