A Wedding Affair (The Wedding Affair) by S.L.A. Lacey

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    “Does it pain you that much to see me?” oh he is arrogance personified
    “Bach you show up here like a rose but I must remind myself that you have nasty prickly thorns and I’m done getting pricked” he runs his hands through is hair and he challenges my words
    “For some reason I pictured seeing you again differently than this” oh great he had this all played out in his feeble mind.
    “That’s just like you Bach no empathy or lack thereof”
    “ For whatever it’s worth Aria I’m sorry” he says it in a quiet tone. Tristan walks over to my dress and just looks at it…
    ”Y ou made this?”
    I motioned yes,
    “I always knew you’d make a beautiful bride.”
    I was going to be cruel and give him some harsh come back but I just couldn’t, it’s over I don’t need to play the game with him anymore.
    “So tell me Aria how have you been?” so he wants to chit chat, ok he is really in for it now I won’t be cruel but truthful and that hurts more as he should know.
    “ Well let’s see it was a cold summer day when you walked out on me, it was a beautiful glorious day when we opened this store, and my day will be a lot brighter if you would just leave!”
    I’m cocky , arrogant, and rude, I’m him circa two years ago. I don’t care. I am not going to fall prey to his empty promises or his hidden agenda, as I clearly still see evidence of his arrogance, and his promiscuity. The hair at the base of my neck tingles, he is still here and he will pull something I can feel it.
    “Aria, have I made you this cold and distant?” Oh wow he is so sexy and cool as he goes for the humble look, well he is asking for it again.
    “Yes, I’m done wasting my time and energy on you! Now good-bye!” short and not so sweet but to the point is the best way to handle sexy stares from old exes.
    “Aria this harsh abrasive exterior really doesn’t become you”
    “Stop with all this talk about our past I don’t live there anymore”
    “Look Aria, I wanted to tell you that I…” I wave my hand in the air as a jester, I cut him off mid-sentence I just want him out of my sight.
    “No you l ook, Bach the old Aria might have appreciated you wanting to make a mends and all, but please don’t, I don’t care, I don’t need to hear any of this from you! That life was so long ago I don’t even want to remember or go down that road with you. So if you would please just go I have to get back to my wedding dress!”
    Ouch that was a good one, turning the tables on him for once is rewarding.
    I get fidgety and ver y nervous I mean I have not mouthed off to any one in a long time, my blood is probably pounding because of that, surely that is what it is, this man has wheeled such power over me I dare not get too close.
    He comes to stand next t o me as I face my ivory wedding gown. I have forgotten how Tristan hazel eyes captivate me, draw me in, I really should not be looking at him, they are even more hypnotizing then I remember. I can’t let him do this to me not here, not now, not in my new life, gosh even I hear the anxiety in my voice!
    Tristan runs his finger gently over the bead work on the bodice. He turns to his left and looks at me no smile just his deep voice trying to control me, or win his way with me I don’t know.
    “Aria…congratulations, I really mean that, I hope you found someone who is deserving of you?”
    He leans in to kiss me and I slap him hard across his face! I don’t know what comes over me did I get scared? Am I afraid of him? My face goes flush, my mouth goes dry, he holds his hand against his red cheek. The look on his face, his eyes that I use to see forever in are hurt and wounded, he looks so sad and alone, oh what the hell is going on in my perfect world? I am slapping my ex, he got me wet for him and I am falling apart here and I need help, I need someone to pull me out of this or pull him out of here, but wait what calms me is his face, he is hurt, he looks devastated by my