Page 102 of Magnetic God

“You want me to what?”

“Sing this song for the gender reveal.” I give Brooks my best puppy eyes. “Please. Jessabell, the event planner, is about to freak out because Elvis hasn’t returned her calls.”

“Only in Vegas,” he mutters.

“So…is that a yes?”

“Yes,” he grumbles.

I hand him the sheet music and kiss his cheek. “I knew you would save the day. I’ll let the planner know.”

“But I’m not wearing a costume.”

I spin to face him, my expression serious. “But I think you’d make a lovely man-baby.”

“Angel…”

“I’m kidding. What you have on is fine. Just don’t let Alessandro see the lyrics. This reveal is mostly for him.”

“So I know something before Ace?” He gives me a cheeky smile. “Excellent.”

“I’m sure he’ll be happy to return the favor one day.”

I spot Jessabell and call out her name as I hurry from Brooks. I know my man—he’s going to have a follow-up question about my remark, and I’m afraid my face might give something away.

Jessabell is more than relieved when I give her the news.

“Oh my gosh, you’re a lifesaver! Thank you so much.”

“Girl, no need to thank me. I’ve been in your shoes before! Now, I’m going to let Isa know, so she can relax.”

I find Isa at the buffet table, loading a plate with mini sandwiches and fruit cut in the shape of small hearts.

“Everything is under control. Brooks is going to do the reveal since Elvis is nowhere to be found.”

“Thank god.” She pops a kiwi into her mouth, moaning. “Oh, that really hits the spot.”

“Been craving a lot of fruit?”

She nods. “Fruit and gelato.”

Which explains the gelato station near the balcony. It seems Alessandro took care of every last detail.

“Are you going to eat anything?”

I shake my head. “I’m kind of nauseous today.”

Her eyebrows lift. “Nauseous from excitement, or because you might be pregnant?”

“Both.” I glance around, making sure we’re alone. “I’m late.”

“I have a test. We can sneak away and take it. It’ll give me something to do until the gender reveal.”

I nod because it’s going to drive me crazy not knowing. And it’ll be nice to have a friend with me while I wait. Of course, I want Brooks there, but I’m worried that if it’s negative, it will ruin our good day. No, I’d much rather know one way or another and then tell him afterward.

“Let’s go,” Isa says, putting her plate to the side.

I follow her away from the party, up a flight of stairs, to her room. In the bathroom, she explains how to take the test and then leaves, giving me a moment of privacy. After taking it, I leave it on the counter, wash my hands, and then join Isa in the bedroom.

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