I think we both know that it’s not just the kiss we’re talking about.
“Great.” Setting my bagel down, I reach for my coffee. “So, what’s on your phone that’s so interesting?” When she doesn’t answer me right away, I set my cup down and lean into her across the table, jaw suddenly clenched so tight I can practically feel my teeth cracking. “Is it Allister? Did he call you again? Did he?—”
“No.” Eyes widened slightly by my tone, Millie shakes her head. “I mean, yes, he’s still calling and leaving messages, butI’m not listening to them. I want to forget about the mess I left in New York and I can’t do that if I don’tignore him.”
“Alright.” Forcing myself to relax, I ease back in my chair. “So if it isn’t Allister…” I expect her to tell me it’s Paige or maybe her parents, but she doesn’t.
“It’s Gwen.” She tells me reluctantly. “My sister.”
“I know who Gwen is, Matlock,” I tell her on a laugh. “What is she saying?”
Millie’s mouth opens slightly, but she doesn’t say anything. Shaking her head, she looks away from me—something she does when she finds what she’s about to say particularly embarrassing. “Someone at the wedding recorded my…episodeand posted it on TikTok.”
Episode?
Millie exposed their affair by reading the text messages between her fiancé and cousin out loud in front of three hundred wedding guests before she ran off to a tropical island with a tattooed bartender.
I wouldn’t exactly call that anepisode.
“I see…” Tongue firmly in cheek, I flatten my mouth to keep from laughing out loud and give her a nod. “And you’re upset?”
“Well…” Her brow crumples slightly for a moment like she never really considered how herepisodebeing recorded and put on display for the masses actually makes her feel. “No, I guess not.”
“Alright—not upset about the video.” Finally giving in to the urge to laugh a little, I shake my head when she doesn’t elaborate. “Then what? You’re gonna have to spell it out for me, Mills—I’m kinda dumb, remember?”
When I say it, her forehead crumples. “The comments. They’re saying—” Giving me a loud, exasperated sigh, Millie shakes her head. “Here.” Picking up her phone, she thrusts it at me from across the table. “See for yourself.”
Taking her phone on another low chuckle, I find the video already queued up and ready to go. It was posted Tuesday morning. Three days ago and it already has over fifty million views.
Tapping the screen, I watch while Millie exposes Allister and Paige for the slimy assholes they are before running down the aisle to stop where I’m standing in the middle of it. I flick a quick look at her through my lashes and wonder how she can’t see it because watching it play back, it’s as clear to me as fucking day. Swallowing hard, I force myself to focus on the video. Watch while Millie looks up at me with her wide eyes and flushed cheeks and asks me if I want to run away with her. Her father bellows her name, charging up the aisle after her, a split second before I grab her hand and drag her out of the church. When it starts its automatic replay, I look down, at the bottom of the screen, and read the caption.
We love a Petty Queen! #HEA #BDE
Giving the screen another tap, I start to scroll through the comments. There are thousands of them.
Brace yourselves—the Booktok girlies are coming.
Coming?? We’re already here! Beautiful, rich heiress runs off with a gorgeous guest at her wedding? I’d read this book a million times!
If those two aren’t holed in a hotel suite somewhere, fucking each other’s brains out, I’m gonna start a riot.
Never would’ve guessed Millie Blackwell was that badass!
Did you see the way he looked at her? I wasn’t even there and I think I might be pregnant,
Seriously, lol. If a man doesn’t look at me like that, I don’t want him.
Flicking her another quick look, I find Millie watching me, a slightly nauseated look onher face while she practically gnaws a hole in her cheek. Looking down at her phone, I keep reading.
Millie Blackwell is all of us!
Someone needs to write this book—stat!
Her cousin and her fiancé?!?! Those two rats deserve each other.
Riding off into the sunset with her mystery man is the best kind of revenge.
Mystery man? That’s Dean Mercer, @PaigeBlackwell’s hot AF boyfriend. Hey, Paige—how does it feel, getting beaten at your own game, you skanky bitch?
