I’m calling him.
But when I rescue my phone, I realize I should’ve done thishoursago.
Forty-nine missed text messages.
Four from my mom, updating me on my dad’s continued avoidance of macadamia nuts and good health today.
Three from people at work, which I’ll follow up on when I’m back in the office on Monday.
Which means the remaining forty-two are from Theo.
I open the text thread and start skimming.
Guessing you won’t see this until after the wedding. But in case you’re worried and check messages, everything’s under control.
Wedding cake isn’t quite what we hoped for, but it’s a cake. Decker promised me he’ll accidentally slip and fall into it before anyone realizes it says Chandler and Ella on it. Or Jack will push him. When I’m far, far away and can’t be blamed for it.
Not that Em would care.
I know this is the day of her dreams.
If Chandler jilts her and I punch him and end up in jail, I just want you to know I’ll have zero regrets.
But I hope he doesn’t.
I think.
For her sake.
I just want her to be happy. Why does it feel so complicated?
I’m not asking you to fix this. I know it’s not an easy fix. Just venting.
“Why does he think Chandler’s going to jilt her?” Sabrina whispers over my shoulder.
“Because it took him way longer to propose than it should’ve?” I whisper back.
She flings a look over her shoulder at Emma, then back at my phone. “Is he seriously setting up the whole wedding today?”
“There’s no staff and nothing was ready. The wedding got deleted off the calendar.”
She stares at me.
Back at my phone.
Then up at me. “He’s averygood guy, Laney.”
“I know.”
“No onegoes to this much trouble to help their sister get married to a prick.” She shakes her head. “I’m going to get him.”
“Theo?”
“Yes.He should be here.”
“Sabrina?” Emma says. “What’s wrong?”
“Forgot something,” she says. “Right back.”
