Page 139 of To Love or to Lose
Great.
“So I’m really in for it this time, huh?” I can only imagine the look on Genevieve’s face when she sees I’m in Fairwood again—it will not be an excited one.
“She might be more angry, but she cares about you a lot more than she did when you first met,” he responds, sounding sympathetic.
“So, you think I have a chance at making this better?” I ask.
“I guess we’ll find out,” he says, turning the volume of the radio up.
For the rest of the ride to Genevieve’s house, Logan catches me up on the life of Fairwood Prep, explaining everything that has been going on while I’ve been away.From Genevieve being absent for the first time all year right after I left, to Winnie and Eloise deciding to throw her a birthday party at her house. Not much has really changed.
Then again, I haven’t even been gone a week.
“Are you ready for this?” Logan asks as we pull up to the Alderidge house.
The last time I was here, I left feeling as if I had done more harm than good, even though my intentions were the complete opposite.
Now, here I am, walking to the front door of Genevieve’s house with the goal of reconciling our relationship.
“Could you go get her and bring her out here?” I ask Logan as we reach the front porch. “I don’t want to have this conversation in front of an entire party of people.”
“Yeah.” Logan opens the front door, about to enter the house.
“Logan,” I say, stopping him.
“Yeah?”
“Don’t tell her I’m here before she comes out.” The last thing I want is for Genevieve to find out that I’m here and choose to avoid me at all costs.
He nods, making his way into the house.
I don’t know how she’s going to react when she finds out I’m back in Fairwood. She’s going to be angry at first, I’m sure of it, but there’s no way for me to predict how she’ll respond once that initial anger subsides.
When the front door opens again, Logan is the first to step onto the porch, and then Genevieve.
Before Genevieve even realizes I’m here, Logan is already heading back inside, shutting the door behind him.
“Hi,” I greet, making Genevieve look up.
She’s wearing a pair of denim jeans and a red, cotton long sleeve with lace on the neckline. It’s simple, but cute.
The sight of her pummels me. How she manages to look this good, when I look like a train wreck will never fail to take my breath away.
“What are you doing here?” She asks immediately, not wasting time on formalities.
“I came to apologize,” I tell her, hoping my sincerity is apparent.
“You flew all the way from London just to apologize?” She narrows her eyes in confusion.
“Don’t pretend it’s such an absurd task,” I reply. “I understand how much I hurt you, and I need you to know it wasn’t my intention.”
Her eyes pool with tears when they finally meet mine. I can see the pain behind them—feel it, even.
“It wasn’t your intention because you didn’t take any of my feelings into consideration in the first place,” She sighs, balling her sleeves up in her hands.
“I thought you would be happy.” I clench my fists at my sides, internally punishing myself for making her feel this way.
“Jameson…” She sighs. It feels like she’s stopping herself from saying something further.
