Page 169 of The Fake Out Flex

Beth: "Did you get that verified?"

Hannah: "That it's the all-time most epic romantic gesture in our humble small town's history?"

Beth: "Yeah."

Hannah: "I did. Scoured through the town records and everything. Sorry, Mr. Cooper from the late 1800s, but the love letters you wrote and left all over town have been surpassed."

Summer: "Is that…for real?"

Hannah: "No. Of course not. Why does no one think I'm capable of sarcasm?"

Beth: "It's not that your sarcasm is bad, it's just that mine is so much better. There's really no comparison between the two."

Amiel: "Think we're getting a little sidetracked here."

Beth: "Agreed. Let's go back to grilling Evie."

Me: "Guys, I really don't know what Fraser has in store or why he picked this theme for everyone to wear except for me, or even why we're having this party in the first place. I'm just as clueless as you all."

Amiel: "I believe you, Evie."

Me: "Thanks, Amiel. You may be the newest member of the recently renamed Fast-Talking Five, but you're already my favorite."

Hannah: "That's sweet but unfortunately not possible."

Me: "Why not?"

Hannah: "Because she's my favorite."

Beth: "I believe I called dibs on favoriting Amiel on our walk last month."

Me: "I wasn't on that walk."

Beth: "Doesn't matter. It still counts. Which reminds me…"

Me: "Uh-oh."

Beth: "I know you're all loved up and everything, but you haven't seen a sunrise in a very long time, missy."

Me: "I know. I'm sorry. I've been super busy. But I'll make more of an effort. Promise."

Beth: "Good."

Hannah: "Good."

Summer: "Good."

Amiel: "I'm just chiming in so I don't get left out…Good."

"Oh, no. It's a disaster," Margo's thick Aussie voice cuts in from behind us.

We all spin around.

"We're both Marie Antoinettes," she says, pointing at Beth. "Except I'm way more busty."

She's not wrong.

Margo's cleavage is, uh, very ample and very much on display. Gravity-defyingly so.

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