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“There are also vegetable cupcakes, like carrot cake, and other things that aren’t sweet. And cheese.”

Every one of the Montgomerys in our SUV sat straighter, like prairie dogs sensing movement.

“Cheese?” I asked.

“Oh my God. It’s real,” Isabella burst out, and we all laughed.

“We lean into it, but don’t worry, we also eat things other than cheese,” I reassured her.

She looked dubious but nodded anyway. We all piled out of the SUVs, and then into the cupcake bar.

“One of Lucy’s friends had a birthday party here, and they think they also had adult nights with wine, so I think it’s going to be fun,” Daisy explained.

“Now everything makes sense,” I teased.

We each took a chair at one of the small tables, and the owner Margie walked out, exuberant and excited to talk about cupcakes. I might have eaten my weight in junk food already, but I was in the mood for all the sugar.

I didn’t mix tequila and wine, so I stuck with water, that is, until Margie showed up with the margaritas.

“I heard you had tequila earlier, so don’t worry, I have you covered.”

“This is a mistake,” I told Daisy, but we clinked glasses and took a sip.

“I’m just having the one,” Daisy warned.

“Honestly, same.” Because as much as we all were joking, none of us were getting truly drunk that night. Especially after everything that had happened the night before.

I had five cupcakes in front of me, buttercream frosting in one piping bag and cream cheese frosting in the other, and I had found my new heaven.

“I just want to eat this entire bag,” Claire said.

“I feel there’s a joke there but I’m on too much of a sugar high to figure out what,” I replied.

We all burst out laughing and went on to decorate some amazingly beautiful and amazingly horrid cupcakes.

I stared down my lopsided creation and sighed. “This is why I am a photographer. And Crew does the painting.”

“Has he ever paintedyou?” Claire asked as she set down her drink. “And that is enough tequila for me.”

“My answer is no, but I’m not sure Aria wanted tohear that,” Daisy said, looked at her drink, then put it on the table. “And that means I will stick to water now as well.”

Blushing, I drank some water and didn’t answer. Which I suppose was answer in itself. Isabella toasted me with her glass, but the others didn’t seem to notice.

By the time we boxed up the creations we hadn’t eaten, I was full, slightly nauseous, and yet so happy we had gone out.

“I almost canceled,” I told Daisy.

“I figured. You would’ve had every right to. But I’m glad you came out. And I see your ride is here.”

“I thought the cars were taking us home.”

Daisy just grinned. “For some. But with others, I have my ways.”

I looked up to see some of the Montgomery men, Hugh, and Crew walking toward us.

“I guess the single ladies take the car service home,” Brooklyn said with a sigh, before the rest piled into the remaining SUV.

I only had eyes for Crew. “Hey there,” I said, my smile wide.