Maya

“More shots!” Simon’s girlfriend, Edz, clutches a bottle of tequila in her hand. She wobbles on her heels, and Simon swoops in to stabilize her.

My stomach does a little flip at the loving gesture. Watching them interact is nauseating, with Edz smiling up at Simon like he hung the moon for her.I’m oddly fascinated by their interactions given my limited exposure to happy couples over the years. Maybe there is some hope after all if someone as grumpy and isolated as Simon could look at a woman likethat.

I shouldn’t be bitter at my own wedding but seeing as my husband has avoided me as much as humanly possible after we cut the cake, I’m not doing too well. Something shifted in him ever since the church, and I can’t help but wonder if it was our kiss.

“What did we say about tequila?” Simon plucks the bottle…