Gemotions

The string quartet’s rendition of “Here Comes the Bride” was suddenly a deafening roar. My heart hammered against my ribs, a trapped bird desperate to escape. I blinked, twice, as if to clear a hallucination. There he was, leaning on the buffet table, his dark hair gleaming under the chandelier. Liam.

I nearly tripped over my own feet, my champagne flailing precariously. A flush crept up my neck, and I tugged at the hem of my dress. He looked… well. He looked impossibly good.

My legs felt like jelly. I gripped the back of a chair, my knuckles bone-white. He met my gaze, a slow, deliberate smile spreading across his face.