Page 73 of Crash into me

“Why are you doing this?” Brett whispers into the dark.

She turns to me. “I agreed with Skyler that night, but I couldn’t say it. This money should have been for charity. I would rather his grand reveal be destroyed than watch another night of posh wives dangling off their husbands’ arms.”

“Wait.” He reaches out as she walks away. He hands her an egg. “Want to do the honors?”

A gleam swimming in a lifetime of rules and regulations passes over her eyes. “Absolutely,” she beams, tossing the egg and smirking when it smashes against the newly erected windows.

Slimy yellow yolk slides down like dripping paint.

“That felt good,” she admits.

“What are we doing with the glitter?” I wonder.

She winks, dangling a set of keys. “Glitter never comes out.”

We funnel inside, allowing the moonlight to spill in. A massive, glimmering chandelier hangs overhead, strings of lights spilling from it that travel to each corner of the vast room.

The tables are pushed to the side, chairs against the walls. We have the floor to our mercy.

I look to the sparkling new floors. Half is covered in a soft, maroon carpet. The other half is a stage with glossy black flooring. It is undeniably beautiful.

And it’s about to be glitterfied. I grab one of the red bottles, peeling off the cap and tossing the sparkling specks into the air above our heads. It trickles down, cascading over us.

A shower of red.

“Holy shit.” Warren smiles.

Someone hooks their phone to the Bluetooth speakers, and music dances through the ballroom.

Warren is smiling, laughing. I’m so happy we could be here for him.

We slip and slide on the smooth flooring, taking turns dancing like maniacs until we can barely stand.

His mom pulls him to the side. “When I leave him, this will be ours, and we’ll do with it how we please.”

Warren tilts his head. “Wait, you’re getting divorced?”

A smile crosses her face as she holds his hands. “Papers are being drafted.”

“Mom …” He frowns, incredibly worried for her. She’s a housewife, and I’m sure there’s a—“You signed a prenup.”

“Don’t you worry about me. I have this.” She gestures to the sparkling room. “I have enough against him to start a new life.”

“So, you’re destroying what’s yours?” He laughs incredulously.

She rubs her toe into the floor, stirring around the fallen glitter. “Cleaning this place up will be well worth the look on his face tomorrow when he realizes his new ritzy wing can’t be opened quite yet.”

I wish my mom was this strong.

But I’m so happy for them.

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On the way home, Foster puts on a familiar playlist. Memories of destroying statues dance in my mind. His hand wraps around mine, pulling it up to kiss. “Wanna stay the night with me?”

No matterhow long we’re together, whenever his midnight eyes sweep over me like that, I blush. “Yes.” I grin.

The road is dark, with a wet sheen from an end-of-summer shower. Fall is finally creeping its way in. “Oh shit.” Foster whips the car around, scaring me.

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