Page 168 of Faking Cinderella
“It’s an old-people party,” Laney adds. “You’ll be home before nine because we pass out about as soon as we get the kids in bed.”
“We’ll consult our calendar,” I say.
“You two are adorable,” Laney murmurs. She glances at her phone, then smiles at us again. “Gotta go play bodyguard for my husband and get him out of here before his fans find him.”
I let Margie go. “I’ll help.”
Laney sighs. “I’d say I can handle this myself, but…”
“I’ve been here all week. No need to explain.”
Margie smiles at me. “See you at the truck after we get this cleaned up.”
That—that’s what has me smiling too.
I don’t want to go to a party.
I want to go back to the cabin with Margot and enjoy the fuck out of the time we have left here before any potential shit starts hitting the fan.
Who knows?
Maybe there won’t be any shit at all.
The triplets are friends with rich and famous people already. Margot has lawyers at the ready to defend against anything her father might try if he finds out about the triplets. And I’ll vouch for her character.
Maybe we’ve been worried for nothing.
Maybe they’ll understand.
And maybe life will stay rosy.
I can hope, anyway.
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THE FAN WILL NOW SPRAY THE SHIT
Margot
Much like Ican’t say no to my sister, I can’t say no to my half brothers either.
And that’s why Rhys and I are hanging out at Laney and Theo’s house with far more people than there were at Sabrina and Grey’s house last weekend.
We’re here because my brothers badgered me to come.
I want one last night of fun with them before I drop a few surprises on them tomorrow.
“Is this everyone who’s ever lived in Snaggletooth Creek?” I ask Lucky over the noise of the rest of the crowd gathered inside, out of the rain that blew in just after we got here.
The good news? With this many people, it’s easier to duck Jonas, whom I spotted with Emma and their kids not long ago.
The bad news? I’m not a huge fan of being in crowded spaces with people I don’t know and limited escape routes.
Even here in Snaggletooth Creek, where everyone I’ve met so far has been kind and has no reason to make me uncomfortable or put me in a precarious situation.
“Only about half,” Lucky replies with a grin.
“This would get shut down by a fire marshal,” Rhys says.
