Page 67 of Her Big Fat Dreamy Billionaire Ex

Chapter 21

Felicity stared ather hands, the light from her phone casting odd shadows around them. She felt exposed with the brightness of it, so she dimmed the light. It softened the space between them. Made her feel more comfortable.

“What do you mean?” Aiden asked, his voice low.

What did she mean? She bit her lip, trying to find the right words. “Grams wants me to tell you. Everything.”

“About the day you left? What more is there to tell? I was late, and you got mad and left. I called. You didn’t answer. That’s pretty much it, right?”

His words felt like a slap to her, but she shoved aside the annoyance, knowing if she didn’t talk to him, Grams would never let them be. “It was more than that,” she said quietly.

In the soft glow from her phone, she could see Aiden lean closer. “Okay. Then tell me. What else was it?”

Felicity suddenly got cold feet and started picking at a loose thread on her sleeping bag. The whole thing was embarrassing enough. Did she really have to tell Aiden about it?

He reached over and placed his hand on hers. The warmth of his skin penetrated through her and she made the mistake of looking into his eyes. “Tell me,” he urged.

She took in a deep breath and sighed. “You probably already know I asked Grams to be there at the courthouse.”

“Yes. She told me she was there.”

Felicity resisted the urge to pull her hand back from him. “I asked her not to tell you anything else. I didn’t want you to feel bad because of what happened.”

“Why? What happened?” His voice seemed strained. Anxious.

She swallowed back the emotion threatening to fill her eyes with tears. She had to go through with this. Grams wouldn’t let her back out. If she didn’t spill, Grams would just find another way to force them together, and she didn’t want to think of what she might do next.

“That day...you had planned a surprise for me. Well, I had planned a surprise for you as well.”

Aiden got a worried look on his face. “You did?”

“Yes. I know we’d decided to elope, but I didn’t want us to regret that decision years down the line. I didn’t want us to think back on that day and wish we’d had some family there. Or some pictures of the event.”

His brows furrowed. “You hired a photographer?”

She couldn’t stand the tingles from the physical contact any longer and withdrew her hand. “Yes. And Dad was there. And my Aunt Lia.”

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