Forgetting The Ex

I wince when my bangles dig into my skin, forcing a smile, hoping my boredom didn't show in my movements.

I inwardly roll my eyes when my father makes introductions.

What lame crap. They obviously know each other. Why make intros?

I hiss when my sister steps on my foot, making me look up.

I glance at a middle-aged couple, freezing when I made eye contact with an all too familiar grinning face, my vision landing next to her, hoping it was just a bad dream, my heart stopping and finally turning into an icicle when I stared into eyes of the most unexpected person, the person looking back at me, but not quite acknowledging me.