Page 3 of Baby By my Best Friend's Daddy

We were all called in to take our seats.

The chapel was more like a cathedral in size, and the wedding had nearly five hundred guests. It was the wedding of the century—Jade Weaver was practically marrying into royalty.

It was beautiful. The way she and Aaron stared into each other’s eyes made it seem like they might as well have been alone. Ben, Aaron’s son, was the ring bearer. When it came time for vows, Jade didn’t only promise her love and devotion to Aaron, she promised it to Ben, too, asking him if it was okay if she was his mother.

There wasn’t a dry eye in the room.

“I want something like that,” I whispered to Brad.

“Like what?”

“The kind of love that makes the rest of the world fall away.”

Brad patted my hand. “One day, it will be your turn.”

I smiled at him. Maybe he was right. It just hadn’t been my turn yet, and if things went on the way they did, it wouldn’t be my day for a long time.

The reception was as beautiful as the wedding. Aaron and Jade—Mr. and Mrs. Steele now—were as caught up in each other as they’d been during the ceremony. Their first dance was magical, with sparklers and fairy lights and fog that swirled around their feet. They moved together like they were one.

“They’re good together, huh?” someone said next to me, and when I turned, it was Celine Forger. Her shoulder-length blonde hair had been curled into waves, and the smokey makeup made her look sassy. She wore a nude dress, an exact replica of mine but in a different color. “Nice dress,” she added.

I wasn’t sure if she was being snarky or complimenting me. I had a feeling it was the former. I was going to pretend it was the latter.

“Thanks,” I said. “It’s good to know I got the dress code right.”

Celine glanced at me, her face an expressionless mask. Finally, she smiled, and I let out a breath.

“And yes, they are good together,” I said, answering her initial question.

We watched as Aaron spun Jade slowly around to show her off before he dipped her low to the ground and kissed her. She had a dazed look on her face.

“So, you and Brad, huh?” Celine asked. “I wouldn’t have imagined he’d go for someone like you.”

I narrowed my eyes. “He didn’t. We’re just friends.”

She looked me up and down. “He’sjust friendswith all that going on?”

I frowned. “What do you mean?”

Celine shrugged one shoulder. “You have taste and class, clearly. And since you’re not actually dating Brad, I’ll say it only confirms it.”

I opened my mouth, not sure what to say.

Celine’s face broke into a smile again. “I’m kidding. You do have taste and class, but Brad’s not that bad. He’s just… different.”

I laughed nervously. “I’m going to be straight with you. I can’t tell if you’re joking or being a bitch.”

Celine widened her eyes for a moment before she smiled. “A bit of both. I’m Celine.”

“Rebecca.”

“You’re not in our circles,” Celine said.

I shook my head.

“Where did you two meet?”

“Owen’s pub,” I said. “I worked there… Do you know it?”

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