Page 78 of The Proposal Pact
I’m so lost in Sophie’s brown eyes, trying to search each gold speckle in there for what she meant by that. If she actually wanted it—wanted me when she shouldn’t—or she’s that good at pretending?
I’m still lost in thought when Grace shrieks, “You got married!!!”
“I did, Gracie.” Sophie pulls her gaze away from me.
Grace blinks a few times before her shoulders slump, that shark demeanor gone as she cries out, “I’m a horrible, horrible, despicable friend! I didn’t even know you liked him! How could I miss it? And I didn’t even get to throw you a bachelorette party!”
“It’s okay, Gracie. I don’t need one.” Sophie gives her a small smile.
“Of course, you do! Everyone needs a bachelorette party. You only get one in your lifetime.”
“Um, you got two?”
“I don’t count.” She waves me off.
“What’s a bachelorette party?” Dear Lord, what else did I steal from Sophie? What other experience I robbed her of with my selfish need to get the town off my ass?
“‘What’s a bachelorette party,’ he asks,” Grace mimics my voice while rolling her eyes. “Seriously, Sophie, who did you marry?”
My eyes darken, I’m this close to murdering my best friend’s wife, I swear.
Ignoring me, she continues. “It’s a party for the bride-to-be where all her girlfriends come to celebrate her and gift her a million sexy lingerie pieces. And you”—Gracie points at me dramatically—“ruined the whole experience for my bestie.”
Fucking hell…all these dramatics over some lingerie? My exasperation must be written all over my face because Sophie let's out a small giggle beside me.
“Hey, I still want some sexy lingerie! Especially from your store!”
Grace narrows her eyes. “Maybe that’ll be my punishment for you. No sexy lingerie from my store for getting married without me.”
“Ah,” Sophie gasps. “You wouldn’t do that to me.”
“Maybe I would, maybe I wouldn’t.”
Shit…is this whole lingerie stuff that big a deal? Sophie didn’t even react this fiercely to not wearing the dress she wanted.
“Let’s have one tonight! It’ll be like an after-party,” she tells her friend.
Grace forgets to be mad for a second, getting all excited before her shoulders slump.
“What?”
“You’re already busy tonight.”
“I am?” Sophie frowns.
“You’re going to your new in-laws for dinner.”
“I am?” Sophie yelps at the same time as I ask, “She is?”
“Uh-huh. Both of you are.” Grace’s finger ping-pongs between myself and Sophie and she’s not even attempting to hide her evil grin. “Lumos, I wish I could be there for that show, but it’s okay, Julie promised to record it for us.”
“Jesus Christ.” I sigh. “I’m sorry for that shit-show in advance,” I tell her, and Sophie twists in my arms so she’s facing me, with that soft smile that does things to me grazing her beautiful lips.
“It’ll be all right. I’m looking forward to meeting your parents.”
“You say that now.” I sigh again.
“Come on, they can’t be worse than me.” She bats her eyelashes innocently while fully aware of what a little menace she is.
