Page 211 of Faking Cinderella
Someone supplied my mother with all of the evidence of my father’s affairs over the years, and it’s likely she’ll take him to the cleaners.
And it wasn’t me.
Or Rhys.
I honestly hope I never think about my parents again in my life, but watching the triplets’ parents tonight, knowing they’renavigating through some secrets they’ve each kept from the other over the years, though none as big as the triplets’ lineage, makes me suspect I won’t ever fully succeed.
Someone else’s parents will always remind me of mine.
It’s fascinating to discover I can be happy, sad, bloodthirsty, tired, fulfilled, content, and ready to wash my hands of something all at the same time.
But the one constant—no matter my mood? Rhys is there.
Poking me to talk about it.
Listening without judgment.
Rewarding me for good behavior afterward.
I love him.
I love himso much, in ways I never thought I could love another person.
A loud sneeze shatters the evening, and while half of us startle, the triplets all grin as one.
“Oh, good, the rest of the party’s here,” Jack says.
“Whatwasthat?” Daph asks on a gasp.
“You’ve never heard a loud sneezer before?” Decker says.
“Have you even lived if you’ve never met a loud sneezer?”
Theo and Laney round the corner of the cabin to join us, followed by Sabrina and Grey and Emma and Jonas and all of their collective kids.
Bandit barks once, then settles back at my feet.
“Bless one of you?” Daphne says.
“Thanks,” Theo replies.
She squints at him.
Then squints again.
And then nearly falls out of her chair laughing.
“Did your sister—” Rhys starts, then shakes his head. “Never mind. Don’t want to know.”
I meet Daphne’s gaze, and I double over laughing too.
Shedid.
She subscribed to Theo’s GrippaPeen channel.
“My life used to be really hard, you guys,” Daphne says to the triplets as they all stare at her in horror like they, too, are catching on.
“Nowwe’re getting to awkward,” Bea murmurs to Simon.
