Page 67 of My Silver Lining

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Lulu

Turns out,I’m a hoot at weddings. I got everyone to clap and holler for my boyfriend after he crushed his speech.

Or myfakeboyfriend.

It didn’t really matter at the moment. I was buzzed and having the best time, and maybe I was playing my role a little too well, but so was he.

I’d been dying to kiss him before he left the table, and I knew I could blame Chloe’s behavior as my defense. But that hadn’t been the reason I kissed him.

I did it because I wanted to feel his lips on mine.

But I certainly couldn’t make out with the man at his work function. So, I turned up the charm.

I led the conga line on the dance floor before joining Rafe’s coworkers for the Macarena, which we danced to while shouting the lyrics.

Rafe was the best wedding date I’d ever had.

He was hilarious and fun, and he had zero hesitation when it came to dancing with me. I missed dancing so much, and just being out there on the dance floor with him had been a reminder of how much I missed it.

I was used to being in control, but when we slow danced, he didn’t hesitate to pull me close and sway to the music, moving his body along with mine.

As he took the lead.

My head fell back in laughter when the song we danced to at my grandfather’s party played, and Rafe leaned down and sang the lyrics in my ear.

The rumors really were going around about us now, so it was even more fitting.

“Excuse me,” a voice called out, and my head whipped up. “May I cut in?”

Chloe fucking Chapman.

This girl had no shame in her game.

I had the sudden urge to scratch her eyes out.

Rafe looked extremely uncomfortable, and I could tell he was about to turn her down, so I interrupted. “Of course. Rafe, you don’t mind, do you? I think Chloe and I could use a moment.”

Rafe’s eyes widened, and he stepped back with a nod.

“I wasn’t talking about you,” Chloe hissed, as I swayed from side to side to the beat before meeting her gaze.

“I’m aware of what you wanted. So start dancing because I need to say something to you.”

She narrowed her gaze and sighed as she moved with no rhythm at all to the Beyonce song that had just come on. Everyone danced around us, and I tried to think of the best way to handle this.

I’ve always been a girls’ girl.

But this girl was definitely not a member of that club.

But that didn’t mean I couldn’t help her out. Throw her a bone, so to speak. Although it wouldn’t be the bone she was hoping for.

Pun intended.

“Listen, Chloe. It’s your dad’s wedding. I want you to have a good time. But I want to be straight with you.”

“Why would I care what you have to say?”

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