"You can dance?"
He nods. "Hockey rink and dance classes were in the same building. Mom made me go with my sisters."
We're mid-conversation when he stills, and all flirtation drains from his face. I turn and Pierre is glaring at him.
"And that's the reason I don't mess around with my brother's teammates," I say.
"Yeah. Cap doesn't look happy. He's going to kill me when we get back on the ice."
"Yep. It never ends well for the guys."
"Joelle." Pierre taps my shoulder. "Do you mind if I cut in?"
Anders says his goodbye and walks off. Pierre doesn't look pleased.
"Would you stop eyeballing him. He was being nice."
"He knows better." Pierre takes my hand and starts dancing. He's stiff and uncomfortable.
"Are you okay?" I ask quietly.
"Fine," he grumbles.
"You don't look fine."
He doesn't answer, just guides me through the steps. Silent and miserable.
"Are you happy, Pierre?" I ask him.
"What kind of question is that?"
"An honest one."
He doesn't answer, he just looks toward the head table where Kitty is posing with her bridesmaids, champagne glass raised, laughing for the cameras.
"I'm just stressed," he finally says. "All this is a lot."
He’s not wrong, but I change the subject, we talk about London, about work. He tries to smile, tries to pretendeverything is fine. But it’s not. Then he lets go of me and walks over to break up Felix and Harper.
It’s been an hour since I’ve seen anyone in my family, where the hell could they all be? My phone buzzes while I'm at the bar.
Felix: Meet in our room in five. SOS. Runaway groom.
What? Oh shit. I look around, hoping no one saw my text.
I rush upstairs and push through the cracked door to Felix and Harper's room.
"What the hell is going on?"
The room is chaos, Felix is pacing, and Harper is on her phone. Pierre is sitting on the edge of the bed, head in his hands. Mom and Collette are already here, looking stressed.
"Kitty has been screwing the owner of the team. Pierre and Harper just spotted them doing it in the garden," Collette fills me in.
I freeze. "What the fuck? He's old."
"Language, girls," Mom states.
"Yeah, but he's a billionaire," Collette adds.
