“Anything you make yourself, save some for me.”
“I make this braided cinnamon thing. It’s a Swedish recipe and I love it. I can do that if you want.”
“I’d like that,” he said simply, and we had to pull away a little when our drinks arrived. I wasn’t a fan of alcohol and rarely drank, but it felt like it would be a necessity on this night.
I took a sip of my wine, and he took a sip of his whiskey.
“Do you know a lot of people here?” I asked, pushing my glass away.
He looked over his shoulder and his features hardened. Curious, I followed his gaze and saw Joshua staring again, even though Jodi was sitting right next to him. His arm was around her chair, almost exactly like Jack’s had been on mine. I tore my eyes away and put my palm on Jack’s stubbled cheek again. Applying a little pressure, I turned his head back to me.
“Jack, do you know a lot of people here?” I repeated as he drained the rest of his whiskey in one go. “It’s just gonna be the two of us tonight, okay? We’re not gonna focus on anyone else. We need to look like a happily married couple so it’s just gonna be the two of us.” It felt as if I repeated enough times maybe I’d believe it myself as well.
“A few. I know a few people,” he responded finally, his voice rough from the alcohol.
When the waiter was close enough, he ordered another one. I took a small sip of my own wine and tried a small bite of the risotto. It wasn’t the worst thing I could’ve been eating. I glanced at the people sitting across from us and noticed none of them were interested in what was happening on the stage either.
When I noticed something drip from my nose onto the tablecloth, my whole face heated, and I quickly reached for the napkin, cursing myself for not having a small handbag I could’ve stashed a few things in. Mortified, I hoped Jack—or anyone else, for that matter—hadn’t seen my runny nose. Trying to be discreet about it, I dabbed the napkin on my upper lip and slightly on my nose. I could already feel my cheeks flushing as I started to panic. I looked down at the napkin and just saw clean liquid saturating the cloth. Pushing my chair back, I got up, and Jack rose with me.
I sniffled quietly, my hand going to my nose. Our height difference worked in my favor since I could keep my head tilted back as I looked up at him. “Just going to the bathroom. You don’t have to come, Jack.”
He didn’t listen and followed me all the way to the back of the ballroom. I rushed inside and, thankful that no one else was in there, stood in front of the mirror. Reaching up, I pulled the cotton out of my nose and just stared at it. It was saturated to the point that I could squeeze it and watch it drip. I had no idea what was going on exactly, but I was pretty sure this wasn’t just a runny nose anymore. I must’ve been allergic to something. I already had an appointment with the doctor on Monday so he could give me some nose spray to stop this from happening, but until then I was going to have to be careful about not dripping around other people.
When a knock sounded on the door, I opened it halfway and just pushed my head out.
“Everything okay in there?” Jack asked, trying to look over my head.
“Yes, of course. I’ll be out in a minute.”
I didn’t give him a chance to say anything else and let the door close in his face. After tearing up some toilet paper and rolling it into a shape that I could tampon my nose with, I quickly looked myself over in the mirror and noticed how pale I looked. The burgundy lipstick I was wearing stood out too much in contrast to my skin. Grabbing some more toilet paper, I dabbed some of it off, turning it into just a tint of color. Finally exiting the bathroom, I rejoined Jack.
“We can go back,” I muttered as I tried to walk past him, but he stopped me.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. We can go.”
“Were you crying?”
I frowned up at him in confusion. “Why would I cry?”
“Your ex-fiancé is here.”
“I noticed.”
“With your cousin,” he added helpfully.
“Really? Where?” I asked in mock outrage.
He sighed and ran his hand through his casually styled hair. “We should leave.”
“You keep saying that, but we don’t need to.”
“Why not? And if you say we made a deal one more time, I’ll carry you out of here over my shoulder.”
His unexpected words pulled a laugh out of me. “You could try and see how that goes for you this time around,” I offered with a little grin.