“Fuck off! George is the biggest liar known to man. I know for a fact Elle wouldn’t touch him.”
Miranda shrugs her shoulders in a blasé manner.
“I’m so glad you fucked my brother. Because quite honestly, seeing you here like this makes me realize how wrong you were for me,” I tell her honestly.
Miranda’s a little taken back by my words because her jaw drops in surprise, but she quickly recovers. “You’ll come crawling back when your whore fucks you over,” she spits.
“Congrats on your new life, Miranda. I hope it brings yousooomuch happiness.” I turn on my heel, head back into the party, and come across my mum. “Mum, have you seen Eloise? I can’t find her anywhere.”
“No, sweetie, I haven’t. Maybe she’s gone to get changed or perhaps she’s gone to bed, like I probably should,” she says, swaying against me.
Looks like Mum’s had one too many champagnes.
Maybe she’s right. I’ll go check our bedroom, but it seems strange as I’m sure Elle would have waited for me. But then again, perhaps she couldn’t find me and went back to my room and fell asleep while waiting for me.
Making my way inside, I step up the grand staircase and into our room. As I walk through the door, I switch the light on and stop.
No, Eloise.
I step into the bathroom.
Nothing.
Where the hell is she?
Then I notice the empty basin, where her makeup was spilled everywhere before we left. It’s gone.Did she clean up?
Walking back into the bedroom, I look it over again and notice her phone that she left charging is gone along with the charger. Rounding the bed, I open up the closet, and everything of mine is there, but everything of hers is not.
Fuck.
Running my hand through my hair, I realizeshe’s gone.
No. This can’t be happening.
She wouldn’t leave me.
No, I don’t believe it.
Frantically, I check the room, and every single trace of her is gone, except a note on the floor under the desk. It must have fallen.
Alistair,
I’m sorry.
This isn’t going to work.
Eloise.
The letter has tear stains on it, so she was crying while she was writing it.
What the hell is going on?
Why would she have just left me like that?
I don’t understand.
Rushing back into the wedding reception to double-check she’s not in there, and I’ve missed her somehow, most of the partygoers have left for the night. Then I see George sitting in the corner with his asshole friends. He grabs a waitress’s ass as she passes by, his friends all cheering his actions on.