She looks down and suddenly perks up. “Oh! It’s this game I found calledThe Newlywed Game.It’s technically for the bride and groom. You ask questions, and both of you answer, and it’s supposed to be cute and funny. But I just thought it’d be a good way to ask you questions without seeming super nosy.”
“Probably should have kept that part to yourself.” I laugh.
“Eh.” She shrugs. “Let’s play!”
I’m not exactly sure how the game really works, but Elena, who also seems a little tipsy, just slings off the top of the box and plops down in her chair, tucking one long leg underneath her. “Okay, I’ll go first. I’m just going to pick a random card, ask the question, and pass the box. Sound good?”
Everyone agrees.
Why do I suddenly feel so nervous?
Oh, right. Because our marriage started out as a sham, and everyone thinks it was real.
This is going to be fun.
She pulls out a card from the middle and holds it in front of her. Frowning, she mumbles. “Why did I get the boring card?” She blows out a frustrated breath. “Which one of you cooks more?”
“Hollis. Next.”
That is easy.
The box goes to my mom. She digs her fingers into it. Please God, don’t be a sex question. “What is your spouse’s pet name for you?”
“Oh.” I cock my head to the side. “We don’t really do pet names. Well…” I blush. “He likes to call mewife.”
“Like, just…wife?” someone asks.
I nod.
“That’s hot,” Vi says.
“Agreed,” Elena echoes.
I snuggle back into the sofa with my wineglass. This is fun. I can totally do?—
“Where’s the craziest place you’ve had sex?” Mercury asks, her wide eyes peeping over the top of the card. She flips it over and points. “That’s literally what the card says.”
My faint blush turns fire-engine red. “Oh god. Mom, can you cover your ears?”
“Nope.” She laughs, taking a gulp of her wine.
I cover my face with my palms. “The bar,” I mumble.
“The what?” Elena giggles. “I’m not sure we heard you.”
“The bar!” I groan, making them all cackle with laughter.
“Pretty sure that bar’s seen all our bare asses at some point.” My mom just shrugs.
“Mom!” Merc and I shout while Elena and Zara double over with laughter.
“Not mine.” Vi pouts. “I feel left out.”
“Bucket list,” Zara suggests to her. “The bathroom is a little cramped, but it works.”
“Single stall too!” my mom chimes in.
“Oh my god.” I shake my head. “I have not had enough wine for this.”
