Page 58 of The Proposal Pact
Idoforever: Um, Lily, dear, it was your Callum that got married today.
Infullbloom: You guys, I think I’m hallucinating, and I haven’t even had one of Willa’s tonics yet.
Idoforever: Maybe you should pop one open, Lily. Because this is no hallucination.
Infullbloom: WHAT???
Jules444: So, mom went into shock. And I guess I have a sister-in-law?
Willoflove: Oh dear, I’ll be there in a minute with my special brew.
Toughtolove: Everyone, calm down! Yes, this is an emergency, but we will get to the bottom of it.
Toughtolove: Tootsie roll? Why are you quiet? This is your best friend, explain how this could’ve happened? Is this a joke?
Therunawaybride: I’m on my way to her house. I’ll report afterward!
Burnyourheart: @PheonixG, intervention time! Meet me at the Police station in five minutes.
Youknowyouwantit: Jacob and I willbring cupcakes!
You’d think something extraordinary happened when weddings happen practically every day here.
“Callum, I…I…have no idea how I’ll be able to lie to her.” Before I can say anything, there’s another ding on Sophie’s phone and she squeaks, “She’s on her way! Clover! She’s on her way already!”
Clover…there she goes with my middle name again, only for some reason it doesn’t irritate me like it does whenever others use it.
Must be indigestion.
“Calm down, just tell her it was like a fairytale or whatever. We connected and all that crap.”
“I don’t even know your favorite color or food or coffee order, Shrek! How am I supposed to make this believable?” She’s spiraling, worrying her lip between her teeth as she keeps glancing at the phone that never seizes to stop with new notifications.
I almost can’t believe what I’m seeing. This isn’t Sophie. This isn’t the girl I know.
“Hey.” I take her shoulders into my hands and bend to get on the same eye-level, seeing pure panic in there. “Where is the girl who doesn’t give a fuck, dances in the fountains and has enough sass in her to power a whole town? What’s with this freak out?”
“That’s a facade. It’s not real. It’s a lie. The real version is a boring nun with gray clothes.”
The fuck?
“Bullshit,” I spit out, angered by her own words. “You are the most real person I’ve ever met, Sophia Lovinski. That’s why I married you.”
“I thought it was because of my love for hockey and because you’d never cross a line with me?”
“Yeah, definitely because of hockey. The list is too long, actually.”
“It is?” The eyes that were lost just a second ago shine again, but it gets quickly replaced with a pained sigh after yet another message from her friend.
I curse under my breath, and abandoning all of my original plans, grab Sophie’s hand and run.
“Clover? Where are we running to?”
“To your apartment.”
“But I thought you had to go back to work?”
“Screw work, I’m not leaving you alone to deal with this.”
