I laughed and followed Lee toward the cluster of purple balloons.
“Hey, Lee. Want to pose for a photo?” one of the photographers asked as we were about to make our way inside.
“Sure,” he said, sliding his arm around my waist as we posed in front of a Brooklyn Bats’ logo backdrop.
“You’re famous,” I whispered.
“He’s the team photographer. He knows all of us.”
“Did he take the DILF shot?”
“I sure did.”
I cringed when he caught my loud whisper.
“That photo was pure gold. Can you smile one more time?”
“Sure,” I said, my cheeks heating when Lee pulled me closer.
“Isn’t she beautiful?” Lee said, his gaze on me as the camera flashed.
“Yes, she is. These will go on our page, and you can get a copy at the end of the night if you’d like.”
“Thanks, Ray,” Lee said, pulling me inside the main hall toward our table.
“Stella, hi!” Rachel waved from her seat next to Silas.
She stood and gave me a hello hug.
“You look amazing. I had to get a princess-waist dress since my middle is already expanding,” she whispered and motioned down her body.
“You look beautiful and seriously glowing already.”
“Today is the first day in over a week I haven’t puked after breakfast, so I guess that did the trick. Come on, we can check out the silent auction, and I’ll give you some tea on everyone here in between.”
“That sounds like the best plan. Lee, we’ll be right back.”
“Have fun, sweetheart,” Lee said, leaning over to kiss me before heading back to Silas.
“Sweetheart,” Rachel whisper-shouted, hooking her arm through mine. “I am so happy for the both of you.”
“Thanks. I’m happy for us too.”
We pretended to shop the items while Rachel explained who everyone was and who would be sitting with us at our table.
“I met Kent on the way in.”
“Kent used to be my client.” She arched a brow. “Silas and I were the scandal that rocked Brooklyn. Now we’re just a boring, insanely happily married couple. You and Lee can have all the thunder tonight.” She patted my arm. “I need to use the ladies’ room. Again.” She rolled her eyes. “I’ll meet you at the table.”
I spotted a bar at the other end of the room and sighed in relief. If I was going to exist in this very packed room for the entire night, I needed to make friends with a Jack and Coke.
“Hey, Stella. Nice to see you.”
I turned away from my search for the bartender and found Deacon standing next to me.
“Hi, Deacon. Nice to see you too.”
“What can I get you?” the chirpy voice of the bartender asked as she came up to us.
