Come Alive (The Cityscape 2)

“Otherwise you look beautiful,” she commented in a softened tone. “Your skin is literally flawless.”

“You’re making me blush,” I said. “Go get dressed.”

Lucy’s glossy brown locks were twisted up and away from her face, not a single strand astray. Her dress was simple, with delicate, beaded cap sleeves and a fitted bodice that emphasized her small waist. I was surprised and thankful when she didn’t comment on my weight. Instead, she told us all that we looked perfect and that she was honored to have us in her bridal party. We met at the window and watched the gathering crowd from the second floor. The sprawling lawn was vibrantly green, and guests followed a walkway lined with candles to their seats.

“Are you ready?” Dani asked, touching Lucy’s shoulder. “I think it’s time.”

“Lucy,” I said, as everyone left the room.

She turned and linked her arm with mine.

“I’m sorry about what I said the other night.”

“I know,” she said, her smile genuine.

“I don’t really think you’ll be disappointed. You guys will be so happy. I’m not sure why I said what I did.”

“It’s no big deal. Andrew and I are meant for each other, and we know that. That’s all that matters.”

I nodded, but something about the confidence in her voice gave me a sinking feeling.

Downstairs we found the wedding planner that Lucy had finally broken down and hired. She led us to where our corresponding groomsmen were waiting. I’d gotten Bill into a tuxedo. The fabric hung nicely from his tall, slender frame because I’d insisted that he see a tailor. He extended his hand to me, and I slipped into place comfortably beside him.

“You look gorgeous,” he whispered in my ear as we waited behind Gretchen, whose arm was linked with Andrew’s brother.

“Thank you.” I rose up on the balls of my feet and kissed his crooked nose. “Our turn,” I whispered, stepping forward. I squeezed his hand with the intention of hanging on to it all night.

~

The ceremony was Lucy-style perfect, without any glitches or awkward pauses. We all clapped and grinned giddily when they kissed, Lucy more than anyone. After congratulations were dealt, we, as a bridal party unit, broke off from the crowd for pictures. Having kept my eyes glued forward, I hadn’t seen David during the ceremony. I hoped he had changed his mind about showing up.

I became colder with the sun’s descent. Bill was making humorless jokes with Andrew’s brothers that grated on my nerves. Once again, his touch was unwelcome; I wished for a bottomless glass of wine and an oversized sweatshirt to hide under.

We entered an enormous white tent that glowed with soft light. The guests appeared to have become thoroughly buzzed while they’d waited for us.

As I caught up with Lucy’s parents, Bill found me and handed me a glass of water even though I had only wanted wine. He put his arm around me, and I stiffened so noticeably that he removed it right away.

“Lucy tells us you’re looking for a house,” said Lucy’s mom.

“Liv’s been swamped with her promotion, so it was on the backburner,” Bill explained, “but we’ve just started up again.”

“It’s a grueling process, isn’t it?” she asked. “I would love for Lucy and Andrew to settle into somewhere more practical.”

“Hey.” Lucy’s dad tugged on his wife’s sleeve.

“What?” she asked. “I’m in the middle – ”

“Look at Danielle,” he said. She turned slightly, giving me a clear view across the tent. Dani’s adoring gaze was fixed on David as he gestured to the group around them. Even in the outdoor tent, the room lit up around him, intensifying his dark, grave features. Recognizing him instantly, my heart vaulted from my chest, clawing against the ribcage that so cruelly separated it from where it wanted to be.

As if he felt my eyes on him, he looked up and met my stare. It was just us again in that moment; the crowd was merely a conductor of our crackling energy. It was like seeing him for the first time but with the knowledge that he had felt me in a way that no one else ever had.

His expression remained as passive as mine. My senses were stolen by his presence, and I didn’t have the wherewithal to smile politely or acknowledge him in any form. I didn’t look away as I had the first night we’d made eye contact but held his gaze instead. My body responded to the memory of his touch, craving him like a drug, instructing me to reach out and consume him. To take him into my bloodstream so he could once again kill the pain and warm me from the inside.

He flinched and blinked – once, twice – before looking away and leaving me cold. My breathing was labored and ice cubes rattled in my glass, but I could barely hear them over the heartbeat in my ears.

“Don’t you agree, dear?” Lucy’s mom asked with an expectant look.

I nodded and swallowed dryly, emitting a small noise.

Bill waved me off and said something else to her. My disobedient eyes gravitated back to David. He sported a perfectly-tailored tuxedo and looked the same as I remembered: relaxed, easy and painfully, bring-me-to-my-knees handsome. Not nearly as distraught or sleepless as I felt, which wasn’t surprising since in bachelor time, our liaison was ages ago. His jet black hair was styled with precision, and I could see from where I stood the smoothness of his square jaw. It was seeing his chestnut brown eyes and the sexy cleft of his chin again that almost did me in. His hands in his pockets strained against the fabric of his expensive suit. Dani tugged on his sleeve, but he stared distractedly at something beyond her.

My legs tensed with the urge to run away, but I was loathe for him to know how he still affected me. When Dani giggled and looked at her feet in response to something he’d said, I seized Bill’s hand, causing him to freeze mid-sentence. That was when I noticed David steal a furtive look in my direction. I’d almost missed it, but it had happened.

~

I wrung the paper in my hands and then immediately smoothed it out.

“Nervous?” Bill asked.

“No.” I hadn’t been until my audience had fallen away, leaving only one person to hear my toast. If I’d been blind, I still would have seen David; he was a beacon in the sea of faces.

“You’re up,” Bill said, motioning that I should stand.

The room became silent, and I scrambled up to look out over the crowd. I touched my earlobe gently and took a deep breath.

“I’ll keep it short and sweet, like our bride here,” I started. I glanced down at the piece of paper and then back at the room. “How do you know when you’ve met ‘the one’? Do both hearts suddenly change rhythm, syncing to form their own beautiful symphony? Do you see yourself,” I paused, dropping my eyes to the champagne flute in my hand, “suddenly exquisite and irresistible through their eyes? Does love become something tangible, something that others can see but only the two of you can touch?”

I glanced down at Bill, who smiled encouragingly at me, and I set my hand on the back of his chair. “I don’t think anybody can answer that because for everyone, it’s different. Andrew and Lucy are meant to be. Period. There aren’t two people more perfect for each other. When Lucy told me one night that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with Andrew, I said, ‘Duh, tell me something I don’t know.’” A light laugh rippled through the crowd, and I raised my glass. “I love you both, and I am so honored to be a part of tonight. Cheers.”

I dropped into my chair and crumpled the paper in my hands. It wasn’t the speech I had written, but the words weren’t hard to find. They were within reach, right in front of me.

CHAPTER 5

A CURTSY FROM LUCY and a bow from Andrew signified the end of their first dance. I bolted to the house for a much-needed bathroom break. Alone for the first time, I breathed through my distress. David’s presence had thrown me so far off-kilter that I almost felt alive again. With only one glance, he had managed to stir up my emotions while simultaneously providing comfort. I felt somehow safer in his bubble, like everything wa

s better when he was near.

I exited the bathroom and skidded to a halt as I almost ran into David’s wall of a body.

“Shit, sorry,” I muttered, swerving at the last second. He leaped into my path. I cast a nervous glance around the empty foyer.

“What is this?” he asked angrily. Hard eyes scanned over my dress.

“What?”

“When was the last time you ate anything?”

“This afternoon,” I said smugly. He shot my hand a glance, and I dropped it instantly. Though no one else had ever brought it to my attention, David never seemed to miss my nervous habit of tugging on my earlobe.

“Don’t play coy with me, Olivia. Why are you so thin?”

“I’ve been busy,” I said, straightening my posture.

“That’s bullshit.” He touched my arm with obvious restraint. I bit back a gasp, because his skin on mine was like liquid sun, radiating through my body. “What is going on with you?”

I sighed. I wanted to yank my arm from him, but he was slowly warming my bones again, and I was tired of being cold. No, my body had not forgotten the feel of David Dylan. “Don’t worry about it. It’s not your problem.”

“The fuck it’s not. Why are you doing this?”

“I’m not doing it on purpose,” I said defensively. “I just can’t,” I faltered and took a breath. “I can’t eat; it makes me sick.”

“I’ve been watching you. You’re different.” His tone softened into velvet, coating my skin. “Tell me what it is, and I’ll fix it. I’ll do anything.”