Page 202 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 5
I laughed. “Yeah, no problem.” I watched him walk over to the Untouchables’ original table. I wanted to go over to Isabella right away and somehow warn her about Cupcake. But Cupcake was sitting right next to her. I couldn’t exactly do it in front of him.
“Everything okay with that?” Matt asked as I sat down next to him at our table.
“With Felix or Isabella?”
“Both?” He smiled. “You look worried. What’s wrong?”
“Everything is fine with Felix. I told him about us. And he just wants to be friends. For real this time.”
“That’s good,” Matt said and pulled me onto his lap. “So you’re worried about Isabella then?”
It was weird. I was nervous to have to go talk to Isabella about Cupcake. But it wasn’t really a decision. I had to do it. Despite everything, I’d never forgive myself if Cupcake did something to her. But that awkward conversation wasn’t what was bothering me.
“I didn’t receive any notes from her today,” I said.
“Maybe she finally got the hint that they’re not going to make you stop coming to school.”
“I guess.” I was used to the threatening notes though. Not getting any? Somehow it seemed more menacing. I looked back over at Isabella’s table. It was just her, Cupcake, and Felix now. Where had all her minions disappeared to?
“I brought your salad,” Matt said.
“You’re the best.” I kissed his cheek.
The flash of a camera made me turn to Kennedy. “You two are so ridiculously cute,” she said.
I smiled up at Matt. It was so weird being snuggled up to him in the cafeteria. When school had started, I’d never imagined we’d wind up here. Only in my dreams.
“What’s your costume for the Halloween party?” Kennedy asked Matt.
“It’s a surprise.” He reached around me to grab a fry off his plate.
“Wait, you’re really not going to tell us?” I asked.
He laughed. “All you need to know is that I’m going to make an entrance.”
I shook my head at him. He was the ridiculously cute one.
“Oh, I can’t wait,” Kennedy said. “Your annual Halloween party is always one of the biggest events of the year.”
“Well, I think Brooklyn and I are going to try to top it this year,” Matt said.
I could feel my cheeks turning red.
“We picked a date for our wedding,” he added.
Kennedy opened her mouth and then closed it again. “Shut up. For this year? When?!”
I laughed. “Saturday, December 22nd.”
“This is amazing.”
“And I had a question to ask you,” I said. “Will you be my bridesmaid? Or maid of honor? Or whatever you want to be called? You’re my only one.”
Kennedy squealed. “Do you seriously even have to ask? Yes!”
Matt held me even closer.
“What made you decide to do it so close to Christmas?”
