Page 7 of Truth or Tequila (Grand Slam 1)

“Not so fast,” he slurs. “I haven’t seen you here before. How about we get to know each other a little better?”

I yank my dress out of his hand and slam my foot into his leg. I kick him so hard that his chair rams into the guy sitting next to him. Everyone at their table stops talking and glares at me—like I’ve done something wrong.

“Keep your hands to yourself, asshole.” I point at the drunk guy and then point around to everyone at the table—daring them to challenge me. I don’t have any time for that kind of bullshit.

I turn back around and glance up at Famous Guy again. He’s still looking at me—this time grinning from ear to ear. My first instinct is to flip him off, but instead, I feel my face forming a smile. I’m not sure what’s happening right now. I hate celebrities. They’re arrogant and boring, and generally a waste of time, but there’s something about this guy. I fight the urge to look up at him again, but I can feel him still staring at me.

“Everyone stop what you’re doing!” Savannah’s voice is too loud again and it’s dripping with sarcasm. “The queen has finally arrived. And all eyes are on her as usual.”

I give her my best “fuck you” smile and run around the table to hug Maisie who’s beaming at me from underneath her bridal crown.

“Sorry I’m late, Mae,” I whisper as she pulls me to her.

“You’re always late, Soph,” she says, kissing my cheek as she hands me a folding hand fan. “And you’realwaysworth the wait.”

I unfold the fan to see that it says, “I’m the Maid of Honor and the Number One Fan of the Bride.”

“Nothing has ever been more accurate,” I say, laughing as I fan myself. “I’m at your service, Madame Bride. Whatever you want to do tonight, I’ll make it happen.”

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