So, today so far had been--uncomfortable, to say the least. No, not even uncomfortable, more like downright painfully awkward. Although it seemed like no one knew about their current domestic problems, Alex felt like the eyes of all of her family were on him. Even during the ceremony, he couldn't sit completely still because he was sure that Graciela was regretting every second that she was sitting there with him that she had asked him to come.
Now they had not seen or spoken to each other since the reception had begun, which left Alex standing over by the drinks and---just standing. Trying to look like he had a reason to be there and turning to his back to the rest of her family in case any of them were really giving him those scrutinizing glares he imagined in his mind.
He had been intent on watching the party lights dance off the edge of his glass when Graciela came up and nearly sent him jumping out of his skin. Alex turned and smiled weakly, trying to hide his surprise, and then opened his mouth to say something---but nothing came out. What did he say to her? Fuck, his own wife--or ex-wife, whatever--and he didn't even know what to say to her.
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