Page 93 of Bridesmaid to Bride

I look at Skye, Sophie, and Riley, resolute. “Let’s do this.”

As soon as I get home from Skye’s, my phone buzzes, and it’s Paige trying to FaceTime me. I’m so excited to hear from her—she must be back from her honeymoon. We had zero time to talk at her wedding, given that she had so much catching up to do with her switcheroo husband.

I answer. “Did you have fun?”

“So much. It was amazing. Foster’s so amazing. I so made the right decision.”

“Well, that’s good to hear.”

She stares me down through the holes in some sort of seaweed-looking mask she has on. Clearly, her face is still recovering. “Why didn’t you tell me you’re in love with West?”

“Pfft.” Is all I say, my face contorting.

“Remember I know every single one of your facial expressions,” she adds.

“P, we have the same face,” I say, but it’s just a diversion.

“So, you are in love with him, then.”

I open my mouth to say, “I’m not,” but something stops me. Maybe because it’s a lie.

Oh, shit.

It’s a lie!

Paige is right—I’m freaking in love with West Quinn. For real. Madly, deeply, unconditionally. How did it take me so long to see it?

Of course I’m in love with West—he’s my person!

I’m not up to admitting I just realized it, like this second, so I blurt, “I dunno. It seemed moot.”

“Moot.” I can’t see Paige’s lip curling because of the mask, but I know it is. “That’s such a daft Eva thing to say. How can informing me about the man you love be moot?”

“Girl, you have zero room to talk.”

“Okay, fair enough.”

I shrug, groaning. “I don’t know. It took me years to realize I was even attracted to him that way. Also, he kissed you.” I shudder.

She sits there, blinking. “Are you being serious with me right now? I was contracted to kiss everyone remaining in the top ten. I don’t even remember it.”

“Come on.” How could she forget kissing West? No way.

“I don’t. It was a nothing-burger. When he wanted to go home after, I was like, ‘Don’t let the door hit your ass on the way out.’ I would’ve rather kissed a wet cloth. All he talked about was that ridiculous Star Wars-Trek crap.”

“Okay, I’m going to let the Star Wars-Trek dig slide because I said the wrong name in your wedding vows. Well, the ones that didn’t count.” I fling a palm up. “But, really? That’s how you felt?”

“Duh.” She picks the polish on her nail, and a whole chunk falls off. “Eva, you’re so dense it hurts. You kissed Zach.”

“Oh.” Wow, I hadn’t even thought about it that way. I stick my tongue out. “Ugh. Gross. I had to block it out.”

“See? Seriously. You really need to get it together. Stop being such a chickenshit.”

“Rude, Paige.” I say that, but is she right? I love West and he loves me—or he did. At least, I’m almost sure. And the way he looked at me when I walked down the aisle was the way he used to look at me.

She sighs. “I’m tired of sugar-coating things.”

My face pinches. “You sugar-coat nothing.”

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