“Gotta–“
“Make it look legit, yeah I know,” she said, bobbing her head.
He raised his eyebrows at her.
“You’re doing a really good job of making it look like you love me,” she said.
“Cutting in,” Dewey announced as he sailed over to them. “You’re with Drucinda.”
Paige grabbed his paws as she swayed to the music.
“Well, Paige, you did it. I can’t wait to get back to my manuscript and write the wedding scene now that I’ve witnessed one in person.”
She heaved a sigh. “You know, I feel so good that we pulled this off, I don’t even care what you write.”
“Oh, good. Because I’ve got a steamy post-wedding scene in mind that’ll curl your toes.”
“Dewey!” she said with wide eyes.
“What? You said you didn’t care!”
“Well, I do about that. Never mind, let’s just…go sit down and eat.”
Dewey grinned at her. “Yes, let’s do that. I’m excited to eat.”
“You’re always excited to eat.”
They made their way to the table for the bridal party and settled in for their meal.
After a few heartfelt toasts by Drucinda and Dewey, they finally started on the first course and quickly worked their way through the meal.
When they’d finished, Dominic approached the table and shook hands with Devon before he shifted his gaze to Paige. “A dance with the bride?”
Paige choked on her champagne as she shot Devon a wide-eyed glance before she rose, plastering a fake smile onto her face. “Sure.”
She rose, wiping her sweaty palms against the fabric of her dress as she skirted the table and offered him a nervous chuckle. He led her to the dance floor where they swayed to the music.
“I know you don’t care for me much,” Dominic said to her.
Heat rose in her cheeks as another chuckle escaped. “I feel like the same could be said for you about me.”
He flicked his eyebrows up as he twisted them in a new direction. “I will admit you came along and changed quite a bit of my plan.”
“You wanted Devon to marry Ivy.”
Dominic puckered his lips. “It would have been an interesting alliance. Though perhaps not the best move we’ve ever made.”
“Sorry to have ruined that,” she said with a shrug. She wanted to tell him it hadn’t been her idea. He could have simply given her the soul compass, and she’d have left him to his original plan.
“As I said, it may not have been the best move.”
She snapped her gaze to him, her eyebrows furrowing.
“Yes, you heard correctly. You see, I played the hand I was dealt in the best way possible. And now I expect you to do the same.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, if I had truly wanted the alliance with the Delacroix’s you wouldn’t be here.”