Page 119 of The Guy Who Fake Dated Me

What would people write about Victoria and me?

I knew I was getting ahead of myself, but I also knew that Victoria was the woman I wanted to spend the next fifty plus years with. If it wasn’t her, Sky and I would die bachelors.

“Basically, most of tonight is going to be a free-for-all. The bar next door is open, so you can order drinks through them, and they’ll deliver them here.” I shot a scolding look at the crowd. “Try not to break my restaurant.”

More chuckles.

“Food is here. Dig in.” I moved aside, and a line immediately formed.

I figured the best way to talk to as many people as possible in thirty minutes would be to stand behind the food table.

I got to chat with most of my cousins, my aunts and uncles, their cousins, and a couple of little kids who were hilarious. They were grateful for the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches I offered them.

So was my dad.

My Aunt Angela stopped and gave me a steady stare.

“What?”

“How’s Victoria? She’s been quiet for the past two weeks.”

“She’s busy trying to get a subscription box service off the ground.” I knew the two women had been collaborating and that Victoria had put together Angela’s website.

“I know, I found a few contacts for her in China.” My aunt stepped closer. “She said the two of you were going to a wedding together.”

My mom had probably squealed on me too. “We did.”

“How did it go?”

It was perfect.

It was a disaster.

“Good,” I said.

Angela continued to eye me. “We’re going to talk about this more later. I really like that girl.”

“I do too.”

When my mom finally came through, she gave me a scathing look. “Are you going to hide back there all night?”

Crystal was right behind her. “So what if he does?”

That was weird. Crystal usually took any opportunity to poke fun at me.

“You need to come talk to people.” Mom waggled a serving spoon at me.

“I have been talking to everyone.” I held my hands out indicating the line.

Her eyes narrowed. “What are you up to?”

“Nothing.”

Crystal leaned toward me and said, “Liar.”

My mom’s head snapped toward my sister, then to me. “What does she mean?”

I glared at Crystal. What did she know?

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