Page 175 of Faking It With the Small-Town Bad Boy

He gives me a funny look like I said I’m from another planet.

“Darling, we can’t drive Ryan and Farrah’s car to the wedding. I

know he and I made up and everything, but it would be a bit tacky.

Don’t you agree?”

I shrug. “We worked on it. We should get to drive it.”

He comes to my side in the mirror, kissing the top of my head while

I’m in a pair of short heels. My ankles are swollen today, and I plan

on kicking these shoes off when we find our table at the reception

later. For now, I wear them. They match my emerald dress, the heels

like silk with a small brooch-like jewel on top of them both.

It matches the ensemble more with the yellow gold jewelry I have on,

including the engagement ring I almost can’t wait to show off to

everyone in town. Whether they realize I’m pregnant or not is one

thing. I just want them to know how lucky I am now.

Normally, I would have hidden in the back of the room at this

wedding, but I’m okay with this situation now. It’s not even about

saving face, it’s about proving that anyone can move on, anyone can

find their fairytale, even after they thought they had Prince Charming

to start with.

Boy, was I wrong.

Percy helps me down each step until we’re downstairs off the porch.

Reggie opens the door to the van, and we climb into the back seat,

the very back of the van stuffed with band equipment. Percy asks

Reggie to do the honor of driving the classic car we rebuilt, and then

he slides into the seat beside me. Storm is in the passenger seat while

Julius drives.

It’s a long, silent affair getting to town, and I’m riddled with nerves

the closer we get.

Stepping out, there’s a long white carpet that leads to the tent that

hangs over the town square. It even has fake, clear windows, the

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