Loving a Man Who Forgot Me Novel Chapter 13
My heart sank as I saw how excited he was, how much this meant to him.
Ashes and Embers rarely performed anymore except for the occasional charity concert, but Uncle Ky still wrote songs for some of the biggest names in music and he had all kinds of connections.
He could get Abel a recording deal with the snap of his fingers, but Abel was determined to do it on his own.
The videos he uploaded had millions of views. He was a viral sensation, and not just because he was Abel McCabe, son of Kyden McCabe.
Abel was good. Just as good as his dad. And he deserved this. But why did it have to be prom weekend?
“You’re disappointed,” he said.
There was no use trying to hide it. I tugged my hand free and set it in my lap, tugging at the edge of my shorts. “I’m excited for you, I am, it’s just that . . .”
“You were really looking forward to prom,” he sighed.
I nodded. “You found the perfect dress,” he smiled softly. I nodded again.
“And I know you’re going to be beautiful in it, but I’m not wearing a cummerbund. Vest or suspenders, you can pick.” “What?” I brightened.
“Let’s go to prom. I’ll pass on the showcase. There will be other chances, but you only get one senior prom.” A huge grin stretched my lips. “You really mean it?” “Of course.” He cupped my cheek and I beamed, looking into his stunning green eyes, so full of love.
He was my world, and I loved him more than felt like should have been possible, which is why my face fell. “No.” I dragged his hand away from my face and held it. “You have to go to New York. That showcase is so much bigger than a silly prom.”
“Abbi, it’s fine. I told you there will be other chances. I don’t mind, really.” “And I love you for that, but I do mind. You have to go and blow them away and become a big star and then you can make it up to me.”
A hesitant smile crept over his face. “Are you one-hundred percent sure?” “Yes. I’m sure. I’ll still go to prom with the group, and I’ll send you lots of pictures and wish you were there, but you have to go to New York.”
“God, I love you!” He smashed his mouth against mine again. I giggled against his lips and muttered, “Damn right you do.”