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I regretted the way I spoke to her the minute I was done spitting out all that bullshit. I agreed with what I told her but the way I told her was just so fucking wrong. It felt wrong, it made me feel horrible.

She didn't deserve to be spoken to or treated like that, she doesn't. She has her feelings too and I didn't take them into consideration. Maybe she really did feel so uncomfortable around me that she's willing to do anything to avoid me, at all costs.

I glanced at the ground, cursing at myself before looking ahead of me again where she was walking slowly, staring at the floor. The group had split up now, some people going in one direction to take pictures while the others went to an area with the best plants and flowers.

Emilia was just wandering around. She stopped in front of the round water fountain in the center of the park when we passed it and stared at it for a while, probably making a wish. Even without a penny, she has a habit of wishing upon water fountains. I was a little surprised when she agreed to let me walk with her but I was glad she did. She spotted a bench that had the perfect sunset view if you looked past the distance between two trees, and she headed there, sitting down with a sigh.

I made my way over to her as slowly as possible, giving her the time to get up and away from me if she wanted to. But she didn't. I went and sat beside her, taking my hat off and holding it in one hand, staring at the sunset peeking through the trees. We sat in silence for a long minute before I gathered the courage to say something, anything. "Emmy—"

"I don't want to talk to you, Adam," she said softly.

"You don't have to. I just want—"

"I don't even want to listen to you. You were right but you were really mean."

"I know," I mumbled, scratching the back of my neck. "I'm sorry."

"Are you?" She turned to me.

"I am, Emilia."

She held my gaze before scanning my face and then nodding slowly. "Fine. Apology accepted." She faced forward again. "And you want me to tolerate you in front of everybody else, don't you? So we don't ruin this wedding? Fine, I'll do that too. But when we're alone like we are right now, don't expect anything from me. I'm here for my sister's wedding just like you're here for your brother's. I wasn't looking forward to seeing you either. But you're right, since we have to, we shouldn't let it ruin this trip. So, when we have eyes on us, I'll tolerate you. But other than that, you leave me alone." She looked at me again. "You don't make it your mission to make me miserable. Ditch that plan. Deal?" She lifted a brow at me.

I didn't say anything and watched her for a moment.

"I'm not trying to hurt you, Adam. And if something so small like being ignored is hurting you, maybe you should ask yourself why that bothers you so much. I thought you hated me. Shouldn't you be happy I'm leaving you alone? But it bothers you. Why?"

My brows furrowed slightly in confusion. "What do you mean 'why?' Because you were my best friend, Emilia. For fifteen years, since I was three years old all the way till we made it out of high school, you were my best friend."

"I was. Then we threw it all away. Do you regret it?"

"What do you want me to say to that?"

"I want you to answer me honestly. Do you regret your decision?"

I paused and then shook my head softly. "No, I don't."

"Then the consequences of it shouldn't affect you so much."

"They don't bother you?" I retorted.

"Even if they do, I don't show it," she shrugged, going back to staring at the sunset. "I heard you and I agreed. I'll do what you asked. Now, can you leave me alone? I'm asking nicely."

"Emmy—"

"Stop calling me that. I told you I don't want you to call me that. If you won't listen to me, don't expect me to do what you asked. You can be mean. But I can be meaner." She faced me. "Should I? You think I blame you for everything anyway, don't you? Do you want me to make you feel like it too?"

I blinked and then scoffed softly. "Yeah, actually. I do. Because at least then you'd be honest instead of acting like you don't care."

She closed her eyes and inhaled gently. "I do care. I just don't blame it all on you because—"

"Because what?"

She shut her mouth, grinding her teeth softly and then shaking her head. "Forget it. You won't get it. Please, leave me alone."

I hesitated but had no other choice. "Fine." I stood up, my phone ringing in my pocket. I pulled it out and answered it, reading Aspen's name on the screen. "Hello?"

"Hey. Where are you?"

"Still here, where are you guys?"

"We're heading back to the hotel. Look, I don't know who else is with you, but we're calling everyone. Who's with you?"

I glanced at her. "Just Emilia."

"Oh," he said, sounding very surprised. "Um, okay. Well, bring her with you and get a cab. Meet us at the hotel. If you see anyone on your way out, just let them know that everyone's leaving, okay?"

"Okay. See you there, bye." I turned to her but she was already standing up and she proceeded to walk right past me, heading towards the exit.

Wasn't I supposed to try making the situation better? And not worse?

I closed my eyes, lowering my head and putting my hat back on, following her. She got a cab and slipped inside and I half expected the car to drive off. I rounded the car and sat beside her when it didn't, telling the driver our hotel name.

"Nosotros estamos aquí ahora," the driver said, stopping the car and turning to us. We're here now.

"Gracias," I replied, taking out my wallet.

She climbed out, waiting for me near the entrance instead of just walking off like I expected. The others are all probably here and waiting in the lobby, she probably doesn't want anybody to ask her anything when she walks in alone. They'll probably ask us later anyway, but she doesn't want questions thrown at her right now is what I'm guessing.

I grabbed the door before she could and held it open, letting her walk ahead. She glanced at me and then continued walking. I realized right then that everybody was gathered near the couches.

"What's going on?" Emilia asked Remy.

"Oh, you're here. Aunt Janice got here, she's right there at the counter, but apparently, there's an issue with her room or something. I don't know, she's been there since."

I glanced over, spotting the familiar woman. I've met aunt Janice when I was a lot younger but I remember her vividly. I thought she was a bit crazy at first, I remember telling Emilia that. I was barely ten years old, I didn't know any better. That did earn me a smack on my head though, I will say that.

Emilia looks strangely similar to her aunt. Both of Emilia's parents are brunettes, so is Remy, but her grandmother from her Dad's side is the only redhead and that's who aunt Janice gets the red hair from and so does Emilia. The main difference between aunt Janice's and Emilia's features is their eyes. Aunt Janice has blue eyes from their mother but Mr. Feye has green eyes from their father and Emilia got hers from Mr. Feye.

Emilia naturally looks more like her parents than aunt Janice but an average person doesn't look so much like their aunt or uncle. It's mostly just the hair though.

I watched as aunt Janice lifted her arms up in frustration, smashing them on the counter, arguing with the employee.

"God, she's going to bring the entire place down. Janice!" Mr. Feye sighed, walking over and interfering. He brought her over here, giving both her and the employee a break. "Janice, they made a mistake, you don't have to go crazy on them," Mr. Feye explained.

"Oh, really? Is it my fault then that they mixed me up for another guest, Graham?" She huffed and then her eyes landed on Emilia. "Hey, hon," she sighed.

"Hey," Emilia replied, giving her a quick hug. "What happened?"

Everybody sighed and went back to sit as aunt Janice began telling the story I'm guessing the others have already heard.

"Look," aunt Janice cleared her throat. "I booked a room for myself here, all right? I even got the confirmation email and I showed it to them. But now they're sayin' they don't have a room for me. They got confused and it was a misunderstanding and the room that I booked was booked by someone else after me. Now the hotel doesn't have any rooms available for me and the empty rooms are mostly reserved for the next few days. I don't... What the hell do I do now?"

Emilia stared at her. "Uh... Maybe start by calming down and meeting everyone else? I get the feeling you haven't done that yet."

"Oh, right," aunt Janice sighed, turning to everybody else. "Oh, our bride-to-be, come here." She gave Remy a big hug and then turned to Aspen who was standing beside Remy. She snapped her fingers, pointing at him. "Adam."

Aspen blinked, his eyebrows shooting up.

"Uh, that would be me," I said.

She turned to me, her finger pointing at me now. "Oh, that's right! How could I forget? Emilia's Adam. Right, hello."

I glanced at Emilia who was already looking at me and then held out a hand to her aunt. "Hello."

She smacked my hand away and pulled me into a quick hug before turning back to my brother. "I'm sorry, my bad. Aspen. Right?"

"Yeah," he chuckled, nodding.

"I remember, I remember. It's really nice to see you both again," she smiled at us and then greeted everyone else.

After we did that, Mr. Feye got up, giving his seat to his sister. "Look Jan, let me go try talking to them, I'll see what's the most they can do for you, okay? Adam."

I looked at him. "Yeah?"

"Come with me. You speak Spanish. You're the only one who does. Just in case, you know."

"Sure." I walked to the front desk with him, stopping once we reached a different employee.

"Excuse me, there's a slight issue with my sister's room, right?" Mr. Feye asked.

"Sir," the man began with a thick Spanish accent. "We are very sorry, but there is a misunderstanding here. The room your sister has booked has already been given to someone else."

"Why? She booked it first and you sent her the confirmation email. That room is hers."

He sighed, "Sir, I understand. But currently, somebody is uh... Que es en inglés?" he mumbled. What is it in English?

"Puedes hablar en español, si quieres," I nodded. You can speak in Spanish if you want.

"Ah, gracias. Alguien ya está en esa habitación," he explained. Someone is already in that room. "No podemos pedirles que se vayan." We cannot ask them to leave. "Ellos han pagado." They have paid.

"¿Qué puedes hacer entonces?" I questioned. What can you do then?

"Podemos ... reservar en otro hotel." We can... book in another hotel. "O..." Or... "Puedes compartir tu habitación con alguien," he shrugged. You can share your room with someone.

"¿Compatir?" I asked. Share?

He nodded with a polite smile. "Share."

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