'Lily.' Rufus spotted her immediately; her blonde hair was loose and messily tangled due to nervously combing her fingers through it too frequently. She wore a white evening gown that was revealing in all the right places and her eyes were completely dry. She raised her brown eyes to peer at him through her mascara-coated eyelashes. She smiled weakly at him and he jogged lightly towards her.
'Hello Rufus.' she spoke calmly and her voice didn't quaver for a second.
'Lily, are you ok?' he placed his hand on her silk covered knee and her smile grew slightly.
'I'm fine.' She reassured, placing her hand over his. 'That's the problem.' she whispered as she laced her fingers with his. 'My husband is dead. But all I can think about is you.' She cast her eyes downward to avoid his gaze and took back her hand. He immediately missed the contact. 'I know, I know, I'm a horrible person. Bartholomew Bass' heart stopped beating exactly twenty-four minutes ago and all I felt was a twinge of sadness, a lot of confusion and a hint of relief.' She ran her fingers through her hair for the hundredth time in five minutes and he struggled to not smile. 'I know I picked Bart, I know that. But Bart was like a hideous Chanel dress that I though would fit me perfectly, but turned out to be cold and far too tight, almost suffocating in fact. But you were a stunning Gap dress that actually fit me perfectly but I left on the shelf because my mother would have a fit if I ever wore Gap. But then the gaudy Chanel dress got into a car crash and I realised that the Gap dress was the one, that you're the one. And what kills me is that I think I've known that since I was eighteen and I introduced you to Rosewood and we made love in the hay.' That was when Lily began to cry. Not just because she had lost her husband, but also because she had screwed things up far too many times with the love of her life. Countless times, in fact, so she was shocked when Rufus took her into his arms while she sobbed.