"Lily," Richard moved his hand closer to his ex-wife's but paused, unwilling to move it further.
Amelie ignored that name and silently brushed her index finger over the rim of the wine glass with a circular motion. Richard tried again, "Thank you for helping me last night. I must have caused you some trouble since you left so quickly. Or so I was told."
"Richard," she finally shifted her eyes back to the man and frowned a little, "What is it that you want from me? Do you want to stay friends? Fine, I am able to do that. So please stop with this erratic behavior. You will only hurt yourself by acting this way."
"Why did you help me last night?" The man raised his voice a little but then shrunk as his ex-wife shot him a warning glare. "You could have left me there and let me ruin this wedding myself by not showing up or showing up still drunk. If you had done this, you could have had your moment of victory over me. So then why? Because you think you can be my friend?"
