I lied that I had a headache caused by too much champagne, and told him to let the others know if they asked where I was. I really just wanted to sit at home in my favorite pair of leggings and an old t-shirt with my college sports slogan on the back and my dark hair tied back in a messy bun as I read my old, battered copy of Pride and Prejudice. I wanted to not miss Mathis or worry about what he was going to do. I had to trust him, and the only way I could keep from worrying was to occupy every second of my time with something else. Once I was finished convincing a slightly tipsy Michael that I didn’t need a matched manly escort in order to make it home safely, I went out the front of the building, sighing in relief to be away from the gaggle of fancily-clad people, and got into one of the cabs which lined the front drive. As soon as I reached home I stepped out of the dress, carefully hanging it on its hanger and stowing it in my closet. I pulled on my comfiest pajamas, made myself a cup of chamomile tea and got into bed, pulling the covers up over my knees and picking up my favorite book from the nightstand.
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