“What are you crying about?”

Derek came out from behind one of the large columns near the valet area. He was frowning as he looked at me. “I thought you are so eager to get a divorce? Just chatting with him for a few minutes, and now you are getting all teary?”

I hastily wiped away my tears and sniffled. “No, that’s not it. It’s windy outside, and some sand got in my eyes.”

“Oh.”

“Didn’t you say you will wait in the car? What are you doing ...