Iris
I don’t see Arthur for three days.
But it’s not my fault that I can’t tell him the truth about everything before the party. He’s busy with meetings in another city, I’m busy with Miles, my residency work, and party planning, and even when we do find a rare chance to talk for five minutes on the phone just to say goodnight or catch up on each other’s day, I can’t bring myself to tell him the news when we’re not face-to-face.
So I keep telling myself that I’ll talk to him about it on the day of the party, before everyone arrives. It won’t be ideal, but I can’t wait any longer than that. I’m sure he’ll understand; I did try to tell him multiple times this week, but life just got in the way. It’s not like I wasn’t planning on telling him, or that I wanted to hide the truth.
