Page 56 of My Best Friend's Triplet Brothers

Macy’s gait was tight and fast as she exited the bar and turned right. She walked down to the ballroom, away from everyone milling around, and then snapped around to face me. “How could you?”

My stomach knotted, and I put my hand on the wall to brace myself. “Macy…”

“It’s true, isn’t it? I knew it the moment I got the fucking text from Milo. You’ve been so off, and I knew something was going on, but I didn’t know what it was. How could I have ever guessed?”

“I’m so sorry, Macy. I…”

“You what? You forgot that they were my brothers? Jesus, Sara! What kind of twisted shit are you into? All three of them?” She scrubbed at her face, rubbing her eyes like she could shove away the images the idea was clearly giving her. “He took pictures of the four of you going into one of the rooms. They’re all over you, and you’re clearly loving it. I don’t get it. Make it make sense.”

Pictures? I leaned against the wall and fought back a wave of nausea.

“I’ve lost friends over them attempting to sleep with one of my brothers, Sara. You know that. You know it, and you still did it! What the fuck? You’re supposed to be my best friend. You lied and went behind my back this entire time.” She grabbed my shoulder. “Say something. Please! Tell me how it happened. Tell me it’s not true.”

I felt the first tear leak out and opened my mouth, but nothing came out. I’d ruined everything, and I didn’t know what to say.

Macy threw her hands up and backed away, her own tears flooding her eyes. “I need space right now. I don’t think you should be in the wedding tomorrow. I don’t think you should be there at all.”

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