Page 103 of Make Me Want it Too

Everyone is silent, frozen for a fraction of a second before all pandemonium breaks loose.

Guests swirl around, there are gasps.

Through a sea of heads and shoulders I can barely see a bearded man in a black suit take Bex’s hand, and they flee out of the garden.

I can’t get out of my row, blocked by elderly relatives.

Everyone is talking, yelling, circling aimlessly.

The officiant is now alone at the altar, mouth hanging open. Bex’s mother is crying in the front row.

Noah and I finally make it out of the tightly packed rows of chairs. He finds Livvy right away. She’s out of breath. “Jake, Macy, and Spencer ran after them. I broke a heel. I don’t know where they went.”

I don’t know what is going on with Bex, but I know I need to get to Macy.

I push past the people crowding the exit and run out of the garden. Guests are wandering around, looking just as lost as I feel. I’m sweating in the sun. I rip off my jacket, not even caring where it falls.

The majority of people seem to be making their way back up toward the house. I jog across the lawn, Noah and Livvy behind me, her mother following, wailing about how embarrassing this all is.

When we get up to the house, Jake’s grandfather is lighting up a cigar outside.

Inside, we walk through to the foyer. Saundra is arguing with the caterer.

Other guests are trickling in, talking in hushed and not-so-hushed tones about it all. Staff are running around trying to give people free champagne and oysters Rockefeller.

Zayne and Dane are on some sort of livestream.

“I know you’ve been lying.”

I swing my head at the sound of Spencer’s sneering. He and Macy are just outside, the front doors hanging ajar.

“Margot told me everything.” He’s looming over her and she’s looking up with pleading eyes and a pained expression. “It was all a lie. Admit it. Coming here, to my family’s house, with my rival? You did it to make me mad. To make me jealous. Well, it worked. I want you back. You win.”

I walk toward them as she shakes her head. “That’s not what any of this was about. I don’t want you back.”

He rolls his eyes. “You don’t have to lie anymore. It’s over.”

The foyer is filling up with people.

“I’m not—” Her eyes meet mine for a split second.

His gaze follows hers. “I don’t have to ask why you agreed to it, Woodall. Taking advantage of the situation just so you could make me listen to you screwing her?—”

I punch him square in the nose. It knocks him onto his back, and as he falls, blood sprays across Macy’s dress and his glasses scatter to the ground in pieces next to him.

There’s an uproar. Gasps. Shouting.

Macy is on the ground next to Spencer, her hand on his chest.

His mother comes running over, yelling at security.

Before I know it, two men have me by the arms and are forcefully removing me from the house.

Noah tells them to take their hands off me, yanking one of them away. “This isn’t necessary. We’ll leave.” He looks to Livvy who hurries over. Her mother with her arm across her head looks about to faint.

“Mace?” I look to her with a silent question. A plea.

She doesn’t move, her hand still over Spencer protectively. “I think you should leave.”

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