Staci’s POV

"Go check on your fiancé!" I shout as I push Lindsey off the stool and towards the bathroom.

I order another shot and gulp it down like it was water. I wave to the bartender again for another round. 

"Why the long face?" I ask Lindsey as she walks back towards me looking disappointed just minutes latter.

"Is there a sign on my back that says ‘break my heart,’" she asks as she sits down next to me and drinks my drink.

I lean back and check her back to see if there is anything. "Nope. What’s wrong hun?" I ask.

She doesn’t reply. I guess this means I’m going to have to guess. "Does it involve Spencer?" she nods.  "Ok. Uhmm…." I stop as a sudden realization occurs. "She didn’t…she didn’t turn you down did she?" I asked

"Worse," was all she said. I could see hurt in her eyes as she just stared out to the open. She didn’t move a muscle when she talked, or while I talked to her.  I really don’t get how someone could not love someone as sweet, amazing, and beautiful as Lindsey.

"How could anything be worse than that?"

She swiveled her chair towards me and looked straight into my eyes. "She’s willing to live a lie just because it would make me happy. The reason I proposed was because I wanted BOTH of us to be happy. I thought BOTH of us were madly in love with each other. I thought BOTH of us wanted to spend the rest of our lives with each other," she paused. "I guess I was wrong."

I didn’t know what to say. Everything she said was still processing in my brain, and I don’t think there was anything helpful for me to say to that.

"Linds…" I say as I reach out and bring her to a hug. She doesn’t back away. We stay in that position for what seems like a lifetime, but she pulls away when she sees Spencer come out from the bathroom.

"Can you do me a favor," she asks as she checks herself in the reflection of the bar table.