“I have an offer for a date at the fireworks,” I told her dryly.
“Porta potties. Insects. Crowds,” Brea fired off.
“Hm. I would much rather go to a restaurant.”
Brea nodded. “Yes, you should go to a restaurant instead.”
“Would you like to go with me?”
I didn’t miss that her gaze went to my phone before she said yes.
21
Brea
Fuck.
“This is terrible! I screwed up!” I wailed to my friends after I had shoved Mark into the elevator.
Elsie glared at me. “Is it going to be as bad as the time your man crush brought barbecue to my bridal tea?”
Grace made soothing noises and petted her hair. “Nothing will ever be that bad.”
Ivy scooted her big fat cat, who liked to laze in front of the window, out of the way and sat down on the couch. “Does it have anything to do with the three couture dresses you’re supposed to be crafting?”
“Uhhh, okay, so I may have a steaming pile of problems.”
“I hope the Holbrooks aren’t complaining that you’re not treating Mark nicely,” Sophie said.
“I’m treating him very nicely,” I muttered.
“What’s that?” Amy said loudly. “You’re thinking about sleeping with one of our clients?”
“No! It was an accident. Okay, well, it was sort of on purpose, but I had a good reason! I swear!”
My friends looked at me in horror.
“Brea, you didn’t,” Ivy said.
“You’re one to talk,” Sophie said with a snort.
“I didn’t sleep with him!” I shrieked in indignation. “I’m not that stupid; I just kissed him once. Then he kissed me back. Then he did it again today. But I didn’twantto kiss him,” I tried to explain, digging myself deeper into the hole. “I was forced to—”
“He forced you?” Grace said in horror.
Elsie yelled, “Where’s my gun?”
“Good lord!” Sophie said, crossing herself.
“No, no! No guns! My evil twin sister has shown up unannounced to ruin my life.”
“Wait!” Elsie commanded, jumping up to walk quickly toward the kitchen.
“You’re not going to shoot Mark, are you?” I asked helplessly.
“No, I’m making popcorn.”
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