Wedding weekend two

I am at a fabulous wedding in Hawaii. I am staying in a fabulous house with fabulous people I love. I had a pretty promising date the day before I left. I know I’m a lucky girl. Yet right now I’m hiding out in the back with a glass of wine and a stolen cigarette, wishing desperately that I were here with someone I loved fabulously, dancing with the promise of private dances later. In all my quiet moments, when I see the first star of the evening or find an eyelash on my cheek, I wish fervently for love.