Page 11 of Falling for my Best Friend

“But she could’ve modeled.”

He shrugged. “Maybe.”

“I saw your sister’s getting married.”

“Facebook?”

“Yeah.” I looked out the window. Everything was wet and glistening in the sun. “I thought she already married the guy.”

“No, they just had a long engagement.”

“Bet John and Nancy didn’t like that.”

“No, they didn’t,” he said. “My Dad hates to drag out spending money. He wanted to get the wedding over with as soon as Dave popped the question.”

“How romantic.”

“I know. Romance means nothing to the guy. All he cares about is keeping up appearances and being practical.”

“Maybe that’s why he’s so successful.”

“Whatever. He’s a pain in the ass.”

“So when is the wedding finally happening?”

Aiden shrugged, keeping one hand on the steering wheel. “End of the summer or early fall. I’m not sure if they set an exact date yet. I’m sure someone will let me know.”

“Have your folks met Chelsea?”

“Yeah,” he said. “A few times.”

“And?”

“And what?”

“Well, do they like her?”

“Why wouldn’t they?”

Cause she’s a gold digger. “No reason. Just curious.”

“Her parents went to Yale so that scored big points, and my Mom was pretty much sold when she started name dropping designers she’d worked with.”

“So they hit it off?”

“I guess,” he said. “Most people like Chelsea, though, cause she’s-”

Fake?

“Polished.”

“Wow.”

“What?”

“Nothing,” I said. “I guess I just can’t imagine being described that way.”

He laughed. “I can’t imagine you being described that way either.”

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