Elisabeth's POV
"You are such an idiot, Elisabeth."
The words fell from my lips like a broken record as I stared at my reflection in the ornate bathroom mirror. My eyes held nothing but disappointment for the woman looking back at me. Alana stood at the adjacent sink, methodically washing her hands while stealing glances at my obvious distress. She had insisted on dragging me in here, and though Nadia had initially followed us, she got swept away by some colleagues, leaving Alana and me alone.
I suppressed a groan of frustration.
Why did those words have to escape my mouth?
And what was Alana doing that required this much time at a sink?
As though she could read the irritation radiating from me, Alana finally turned around, shaking water droplets from her fingers. I exhaled sharply. "About time. Can we head back now? I realize you despise using restrooms solo, but this happens to be my wedding, and guests will start questioning my whereabouts."
