"Mia! We've missed you! I can't believe you got married!" My mom shouted as she hugged her old boss, and a family friend, Mia. We just walked into her house, and there was a party going on. Mia had gotten married, and we were so excited.
I gave Mia her present. "Oh thank you, you guys. But you shouldn't really get me anything," she said, even thought we knew she was wondering what was inside of it.
"It's really nothing Mia," Mom replied.
"Well, thank you. If you don't mind, I have to go find my husband," she said with pride.
Mom turned back to me. "Okay, why don't you go sit somewhere, and I'll just call Chris now," she said.
I nodded and followed her instructions. I walked around and saw men in black suits carrying trays of food around. I smiled. Mom wouldn't let me eat anything before we came here, so I went to go grab one of the finger sandwiches.
The man had dirty blonde hair. I slowly grabbed one of the sandwiches off of the tray and put it in my mouth. The caterer turned around, and I saw him. The blue eyes, the strong jaw line, the perfect thin lips. "Hey," he said. "What are you doing here?"
I was completely shocked. He's here. He's here. "Um…" I couldn't spit anything out. But then, I came to my senses. "The woman who is getting married, she was my mom's boss, but then the inn burnt down, and my mom got a place of her own. Anyways, she just took care of both of us when I was a little girl," she said in one breath.
He laughed. "It's good to see you," he said before we hugged. He smelt like Axe body spray.
"Yeah, I know. It's good to see you too Tristan!" I said when we broke up.
We talked and talked, and occasionally, I would go talk to Mia, her husband, and my mom, and Tristan would work. But then we came back to talking to each other. When we started talking again, another caterer whispered something into my ear. "Um, excuse ma'am, but there is a man outside asking for you."
I grunted, who would be looking for me? If it's Logan, I'll get mad. We had gotten in a fight, I forget for what though; I have triggered him out of my mind. I walked outside, and yes, it was Logan. "What are you doing here? I mean, how did you know I was here?" I asked.
"I called Paris, she told me. Anyways, I came just to say, sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you."
I scoffed. My face was getting red. "You've said that the last times we got in fights Logan. You hurt me, and you can't take it back, I'm just getting tired of being hurt."
"I won't do it again, I promise."
"Seriously? No, I'm done. You've hurt me that many times," I said, truthfully. I could feel my hair just standing up. "Go, you're intruding."
I walked inside without another look at Logan—my now ex boyfriend, for good.
"Was that Logan?" my mom said once I got in. I nodded. "He's outside?" she asked. I nodded again. "You're not letting him in? Is he now your dog?" she laughed.
I shook my head and looked down. "We broke up," I admitted.
"Oh, honey, I'm so sorry."
I nodded and sat down on the couch. People were now singing karaoke, and I laughed. They were around fifty.
"Hey, are you okay?" Tristan asked me; he sat down next to me and loosened his tie.
I nodded and buried my face into my hands. "I just… I just broke up with my boyfriend," I confessed.
He put his arm around me. "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. Is this the same guy that you were dating at the Harvard—Yale game?" he asked. Oh, I had forgotten about that. I nodded. "Well, there's nothing you can do unless you want him back, except sing."
He dragged me up to the karaoke machine and made me sing a duet with him. I laughed so hard, and I could hear Mia and Mom singing along.
After everyone was done singing, it was time to go. I hugged Tristan goodbye. "Call me, I live in Hartford again. We can hang out. Maybe sing more duets," Tristan said.
"Seriously?" I asked with excitement. "Okay, here's my number." I wrote it on a napkin and gave it to him.
I hugged Mia and her husband goodbye (well, he hugged me, actually forced me in for a hug) and left. The ride home, I looked out the window and thought of Tristan.
