What if she hates me? What if she only likes me because of my fame, because of who she thinks I am? Maybe she’ll treat me like a normal person. Everyone else has, so far.
There’s only one way to find out.
Chapter Six
Vivien
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The laughter gets louder as I reach the lobby, and some of it is masculine. She must be with someone. One of the many brothers?
I walk out into the main room. Two people are stomping snow off their boots on the rug by the front door.
The woman, Daphne, I assume, has dark, wavy hair laced with highlights.
She smacks the man next to her on his arm. “Do not tell Dalton, I will literally kill you.”
“Oh no, I’m so scared.” The guy rolls his eyes, holding up his hands. “You’re absolutely terrifying.”
Definitely siblings. Upon closer inspection, they have the same high cheekbones and thick, dark brows.
Daphne growls. “Fine. I won’t kill you. But I’ll tell Molly about that one time you put on a Ghostface mask and streaked through the school naked.”
His mouth drops open. “You will not.”
She crosses her arms over her chest. “I absolutely will.”
“Fine,” he sighs. “I won’t tell Dalton. Happy?”
She grins. “Yes.”
I don’t want to interrupt them, but I also don’t want to startle them, so I end up approaching slowly like a creepy sloth.
Daphne’s head whips in my direction. “Oh my god.” She stalks toward me and throws her arms around me, giving me a quick hug before stepping back, her hands still on my shoulders. “You look amazing. I thought you would be injured.”
“What?”
“I heard you were breaking into the police station, and Jerry threw you through a window. Were those reports exaggerated?”
“Slightly.”
“I also heard you stayed the night with Spence. What was that like? Is he any good? How big?”
“Daphne!” The guy puts a hand to his head.
“Come on, he is literally the town’s hottest bachelor who isn’t my brother or Jerry.”
“Ignore her. She’s always like this. No filter.”
I shrug. This is better than some of my other fan encounters. “She’s honest. It’s refreshing.”
He groans. “Don’t encourage her.”
Daphne smiles. “I knew we would be besties.” Then her smile drops, and she steps back. “I don’t mean that in a problematic parasocial way, more in like a kismet way. You know?”
He steps closer and sticks out his hand. “Hi. I’m Jack.”
I shake it. “Vivien.”
