“Final question,” Maya announces. “This one’s worth double points. And it’s for both of you—you each write your answer. Where did you two have your first kiss?”
My stomach drops.
Straight to the floor.
Through the floor.
All the way to the earth’s core.
Because I know the answer. The real answer.
In Barcelona.
Beneath the orange trees off Plaça Reial. After we danced under twinkling lights. After he looked at me like I was the only person in the entire world. After everything felt real and honest and like maybe—just maybe—this wasn’t a mistake.
But that kiss isn’t part of our official story.
I glance at Brody.
He’s already writing. Face carefully neutral. Giving absolutely nothing away.
Right. Stick to the script.
I write quickly: The coffee shop where we ran into each other again.
Safe. Consistent. A complete lie.
“Reveal!”
Mine: The coffee shop where we ran into each other again.
His: The coffee shop.
Match.
Another lie we’re telling in perfect sync.
The room goes wild. Tyler’s yelling “SWEEP!” Someone’s demanding we get a trophy. Lauren and Brad are dramatically bowing out, retreating to the safety of the crowd.
“WINNERS!” Maya grabs our hands, lifting them like we’re championship boxers. “Five for five! Undefeated!”
Everyone’s clapping. Cheering. Derek’s nodding slowly—thoughtfully—like maybe we just passed his test.
And all I can think about is the way Brody remembered the polka dots.
We return to our spots as the party continues around us.
Catering brings out another round of hors d’oeuvres. Little bruschetta with tomatoes and basil. Bacon-wrapped dates. Those grilled cheese triangles that are basically comfort food in formal wear.
The energy shifts. Relaxes. People are mingling, refilling wine glasses, laughing about the game.
Maya and Derek settle onto the couch. Someone brings over a pile of wrapped gifts.
“Gift time!” Maya’s back in hostess mode.
And honestly? It’s sweet. Watching them.
Derek’s hand on Maya’s knee. Casual. Affectionate. She leans into him when she laughs. When she opens matching robes with Mr. and Mrs. embroidered on them, he actually blushes.
