For moments after she spoke I just sat there, in shock, and embarrassment. Everything seemed to have gone on pause, the hum of the AC’S, the voices of the other lunchers, the whole world seemed to have stopped and come to rest on the drama I felt sure was about to unfold.
At the back of my mind I registered that Michael had stood up and though he still looked surprised, was making speedy introductions.
I slowly realized that what I was feeling was a mixture of guilt, shame and dismay. I was guilty because even if she played the jealous fiancée, I couldn’t blame her, it’s wasn’t as if I didn’t want her man. I was also feeling shame because I could see that in this tableau, I was the other woman, the third wheel, the one who had no right to be there. And of course dismay, dismay because if this exquisitely beautiful woman was Michael’s fiancée, what hope in the world did I have of ever getting him?…. Read more