“I told you we came too early,” Claire scolds him.
“If you’re on time, you’re late,” Ryan and Graham say in tandem.
“Weirdos. Oh my gosh!” Claire gushes at Colette. Colette lives for it. “You look amazing! This venue is amazing! I can’t believe it’s just your couples shower. This is so beautiful.Congratulations to you both.” She hugs my brother, who can be charming when he wants to be.
“It is! All thanks to Dani. You really stepped it up, sis. Apparently the bridal tea wasn’t up to snuff,” Jeremy jokes.
Colette gives him an ugly look.
“Honestly, men have no taste.” She tosses her hair.
“I saw the photos,” Claire tells Colette. “They got reposted on Vanity Rag’s account. So gorgeous. I’m getting so many good ideas for my wedding! It’s amazing that you have such amazing friends and family to plan all this for you.”
“It is. Dani isn’t a relationship girlie, so I don’t mind if she lives vicariously through me,” Colette says patronizingly. “A lot of these things are her taste, honestly.”
“Well, she is now.” My brother smirks and holds out his fist.
After a moment, Graham dabs him.
“Someone in this family had to date up. And I don’t think I have it in me to be a lapdog for a rich lady.” Jeremy smooths back his perfect hair.
“You two need to go stand over by the flower arch so people can take photos with you.” I shoo them over before Colette can go nuclear.
Unfortunately, people don’t seem to be paying as much attention to Colette as she’d like. As more people stream into the venue, they greet the bride and groom then come immediately over to me and Graham.
That’s right,I want to shriek at all the judgmental rich people.I eat my weight in pizza every Friday night, and I have a hot billionaire boyfriend.
“Love that dress,” Mrs. Fairchild says, smiling at me. “She looks great in it.”
“Yes, I know,” Graham says simply.
“I hope to be at your wedding next.”
“Might be a baby shower first,” her husband jokes. “The way your brother’s talking, you’re expecting six kids, Danielle. Better get cracking on that.”
Graham doesn’t seem annoyed by my parents’ friends. He just smiles at me and whispers, “You just let me know when you want me to come in your pussy.”
I shiver. “I hope you don’t mind if I show you off.”
“That’s what you blackmailed me for.” He doesn’t sound too mad about it, though.
“You’re so cute together!” A photographer snaps a photo of us.
My tongue’s sticking out, and I know my right eye went all droopy.
“She’s purposefully taking bad photos of me. You don’t take bad photos, of course,” I complain to him.
“I don’t know. Maybe I should ask Piper about how that dick pic you sent her ranked.”
“Okay, we cannot talk about that here.” I look around nervously.
“Really?” An eyebrow arches. “The dick pic is a bridge too far for you?”
“It falls in the online-dating category, which my mom does not approve of. Also, I admit I may have a sordid history of sexting people. And getting burned by it.”
His mouth twitches into a grin.
“So that’s why you play fast and loose with nudes. I’m learning so much about you.”
