Julie approached the reception hall and slipped inside. She’d stayed at the church to gather all of the scattered odds and ends from the pre-ceremony rush. As she opened the door soft slow music filled the room. She watched several couples pair off and slip onto the dance floor. How she longed to be one of those women being held close in a strong masculine embrace. She couldn’t help but eye them with envy.
It had been just over a year since Daniel packed his bags and moved out of her apartment, and her life. Almost daily his last words reverberated in her head. He’d accused her of being frigid, telling her he’d only stayed out of pity. She hated him, his words inflicted more pain than if he’d slapped her.
After Daniel, she vowed never to become swept up in the promises of a smooth talking man. To hell with it, she didn’t need to date...she had family and friends to occupy her time. And besides, she knew she wasn’t anything special, Daniel had made sure of that.
Julie’s eyes traveled to the center of the dance floor where her friend Jane was wrapped in the arms of Doug, her groom. The looked so much in love....Julie said a silent prayer of continued happiness for them. With a sigh and one last longing glance at the loving couples swaying slowly to the music, she made her way to the bar.