Page 101 of Magnetic God

“Yes.”

“Would you feel better if I spoke to her?”

Isa’s eyes fill with tears. “You are a lifesaver, Hannah.”

“I’m going to check in with her while our guys are detained at the punch bowl. I can’t imagine what’s taking them so long.” I squint across the room, searching out Brooks. My eyes widen when I spot him. “Is that…”

“A man dressed like a baby? Yes. Alessandro saw it online and thought it would be a unique element to have at the baby shower.” A laugh bubbles out of her lips. “Unique is definitely the right word.”

Brooks and Alessandro are speaking to the man, who is, indeed, dressed like a baby. He’s wearing a big white bonnet and a white cloth diaper.

“Do they know him?”

“He’s being inducted into the Brotherhood. There are a few more of them roaming about. I think it’s part of their hazing.”

I snort before I can stop myself. “My god.”

“My thoughts exactly. Don’t worry. They’re leaving as soon as everyone arrives.”

“Okay, sit tight. I’m going to speak to the planner. What’s her name?”

“Jessabell Redford.”

“How very Vegas of her.”

Isa snorts and I give her hand one last squeeze before crossing the room to the woman next to the elevator, holding a clipboard like a lifeline. The poor woman looks stressed out, and I can relate so hard.

“Hi,” I greet with a smile. “I’m Hannah?—”

“Lee,” Jessabell finishes. “Oh my gosh! I’m such a huge fan!” Her eyes widen. “Wait. Am I getting fired?”

“Nothing like that. I’m a guest of Isa’s. We must have slipped past you when we entered.”

Her eyes water. “I was probably in the kitchen. The doves arrived late.”

Doves? Nope. Not even going to go there, because I have a feeling it’s a long story.

“Well, our mommy-to-be is stressing that the gender reveal won’t go off without a hitch, and I told her I’d check in and make sure that everything was on schedule.”

“Oh, it is.” Her brow creases. “I think.”

Oh boy.

“I’d love to hear what the plan is.”

Her eyes are bright as she says, “Since Mrs. and Mr. Moretti were married here in Vegas by an Elvis impersonator, I thought it would be fun to hire another impersonator to sing them a song, revealing the gender.”

“I like it. Very original and will speak to their personal experiences with each other.”

“But…” her voice waivers. “The impersonator hasn’t returned my calls today and, when I looked at his social media, well, it looks like maybe he was out partying last night. I’m not sure he’s going to show, and it’s too late to change the plan.”

“Was the impersonator supposed to make his own song, or were you providing it?”

She taps her clipboard. “I have it, thankfully.”

“May I see it?”

She hands me the sheet music and I smile. “I think I may have a solution for you.”

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