“Youmade an itinerary?” I ask bewildered.
“Well, technically Elise made it, but I printed them all out.”
“I stapled them,” Jason adds.
I flip through the pages, my eyes zeroing in on the entire villa Kate has rented out, a few pictures pasted below it with our names all scribbled next to each room. I, of course, have a very small room with a twin bed right off the kitchen, but it at least seems like it has a spectacular view and a private balcony. But then I see the number next to it and frown. “I’m in my own room?”
“Why do you sound so upset about that?” Kate asks
“Because everyone else gets to split the cost now and I have to pay for an entire room by myself.” Even if it is a gorgeous room with a gorgeous view, albeit a bit small, it’s still expensive. I turn to Lydia on my other side, desperately gripping her arm. She grimaces slightly and tries to pull away unsuccessfully. “Lydia share a room with me,” I beg.
“I’m sharing with Jessica.” She tosses a glance at the girl in question and they both smile at each other, though Jessica’s is a little less convincing.
“But I’m your sister.”
Lydia shrugs. “We just thought it would be fun to share together. It’d be like we were back in college again.”
“Didn’t you live with Kate?” I ask Jessica.
“Yeah, but I was there all the time anyways, so it’s almost like all three of us lived together,” Lydia answers for Jessica, who looks at me, tilts her head, and offers a smile that somehow feels sarcastic.
“You can bunk with us,” Elise offers. Charlie shoots me a look that tells me he feels exactly the way I feel about sharing a space in a romantic location.
“I have a feeling you two are going to be doing things that I do not want to be present for.”
“We can control ourselves,” Elise says.
“No we can’t,” Charlie cuts in. He gives me a very unbelievable sympathetic look. “Sorry, Jane.”
I hold up a hand. “Trust me, I wouldn’t want to impose on your romantic getaway.”
Kate rests her palms on the table. “Okay, it’s not a romantic getaway. It’s my wedding, not a romantic couple’s vacation.”
I slump in my seat, my visions of splitting costs with anybody flying out the window. “No worries about that since I’ll be in a room by myself.”
“I’ll share with you,” Reid offers. Jessica chokes on her mimosa. I look at him and I can’t tell if his amused smile is taunting or sincere. I’m leaning toward taunting, but I don’t want to look at him longer to deduce if I’m right.
“I think I would rather eat glass.”
I’m not sure I actually believe that anymore, but based on the way Jessica’s narrowed eyes are bouncing between me and Reid right now like there’s something to find, I don’t want to give her any fuel for the fire.
He huffs a laugh. I can’t tell if he’s playing along with me or if he’s shifted back into the bickering we’ve known up until now. “Fine, then pay for the expensive room by yourself.”
“Fine, I will.”
And I will sob through every credit card payment for it if it means I don’t have to be alone with the last man I ever expected to give me some stupid butterflies in my stomach.
Chapter 11
“Jane, that cut is just not meant for you,” my mother says.
I roll my eyes, completely aware that my reflection in the three-paneled mirror is facing my mother.
“Kate, are you sure about the color?” mom asks, turning to face my youngest sister who is tapping away on her phone in the plush pink chair next to her. “I don’t think it will suit everyone.” She leans in closer and not-so-quietly mutters, “Especially not Jane.”
“I’ll get a spray tan, mom,” I interject.
Most of the opinions and disapprovals she’s had about this shopping excursion have been directed completely at me, which is wild considering the twins and I look incredibly similar.
