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lighthearted to be mad at.

“That bitch!”

I cower slightly, somehow inclined to believe that whoever just yelled

was referring to me. Percy reads my unease, something crossing his

eyes that aren’t very confident in the fight that’s coming. He knows

what it is, though, and neither of us is ready for it.

“She is trying to take my husband! Where is she?”

Farrah storms in, wearing half a white dress with a silk pink robe on

like it’s a coat. Her hair is half straight, half curly, but at least her

makeup is finished completely. Percy shoots the band a look, and

they all come to our side; Reggie and Julius both standing in front of

me while Storm and Percy stand like a wall in front of the rest of us,

cutting Farrah off as she stomps over.

I can’t see if she’s wearing any shoes, but she’s walking over with a

heavy limp which leads me to believe she is only wearing one heel

under that dress—which would be a little funny any other time but

right now.

“Let me by. I need to talk to this slut.”

Percy doesn’t let that insult fly, but he’s calmer than I am. “Hey,

don’t go around calling people names, Farrah. That’s not right. What

is wrong?”

“She’s trying to steal my man,” she says in a snooty tone with her

chin jutted out. “I heard them talking. I overheard all of it. She was

going to drive away with Ryan and live happily ever after.”

I bark a laugh, everyone turning to give me a scolding look, like I

should make myself unheard right now. Percy rolls his eyes because

even he knows that her claim is ridiculous.

“Listen, this is crazy,” Percy says. “She’s not going anywhere with

Ryan. I think you should just go chill out and get ready for your

wedding, Farrah.”

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