Page 186 of Faking It With the Small-Town Bad Boy

It’s hard to keep up with the times now, but I know one thing.

I want to marry this man today.

“One question,” I say.

“What is it, darling?”

Holding back a grin, I ask, “Does this mean we can keep the

Chevelle?”

* * *

There’s no music, only a third of the wedding guests have stayed for

Percy and me, but it’s perfect. Farrah threw her hands up and left

hours ago, and her dad paid everyone he needed to pay in his haste

exit out of here before the press picks up that his daughter is now a

scorned wannabe bride.

The caterers and staff didn’t have to stay, but they did. And I’m so

thankful for that. I’m not in white, and I guess that’s okay. My green

dress working just fine for the already unconventional night. It’s cold

outside, and I’m already having chills. But I’m warm at the thought

of marrying the man I love.

Ainsley is involved too, which makes me happy. Julius is now the

best man, and Reggie is on my side of the aisle, holding a phone with

Ainsley on the screen on a video call so she can be beside me in spirit,

even hundreds of miles away.

The only thing she asked me when I told her the good news is if I’ll be

marrying a guy with an earring. And despite my prior apprehension

about such a guy who is bold enough to wear jewelry like that, I

happen to love Percy with all my heart—earring or not.

I don’t want to hold a bouquet, but it’s a little sad to know my father

isn’t here to be with me today. Everyone in town loved my dad, and

they will probably still look at me pitifully if I walk down the aisle

alone. But I’m okay with that.

No more saving face.

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