Page 31 of Weddings, Revenge & Fake Dating

“Why not?” She appears caught off guard.

“Why not? Why not!”

His voice rises so sharply that everyone turns to see his mini outburst. He quickly reins himself in and presses praying hands to his lips, like they will contain his building frustration.

The Roman volcano will erupt eventually.

“Don’t you want to make your bride-to-be happy?” I drive in another nail, then nudge Sophia’s shoulder like I’m on her side.

Roman lowers his voice. “This has disaster written all over it.”

“She’s my new best friend, don’t say that!” Sophia says fiercely, defending me.

From maid of honor to best friend? My lip quirks. I’m climbing the ranks quickly.

Now that Sophia believes I’m with Nathan, she’s blissfully unaware I’m a threat. She’s so accepting, she doesn’t see what’s transpiring. In her own way, Sophia’s focused on the same thing as me, being one big happy family. Except in my family, she’s about to become a virginal offering to the sea gods.

Roman’s nostrils flare. He’s still searching for a way out of this.

“Fine,” he barks out like a cornered dog.

“See? That wasn’t so bad.” Sophia baby-talks as she leans over to stroke his tummy.

I bite the inside of my cheek as her arm slips from my shoulder and she crosses the divide to embrace him. When he softens at her touch, my jealousy flames anew. I scratch my neck, suddenly feeling itchy.

Though it’s hard, I keep my expression light as they rub noses. My willpower caves when she nips his bottom lip. I close my eyes momentarily and mentally repeat my new mantra.

Remain chill.

“You two.” I toss a hand at them like I’m saying stop being so cute.

With everything settled, I turn away, let out a big breath, and cross the patio. The knots in my stomach remind me this is part of the plan. I have to pretend I’m okay with their relationship.

Mom and the kids have finished breakfast when I return to the table. They’re standing up to leave as I sit beside Nathan. He’s ordered more food.

“Maid of honor.” Nathan slowly claps.

“Yes, bravo.” Mom’s telegraphing a message. You’re the villain now!

“Where are you guys headed?” I ask Mom and George, noting that the boys have already jumped into the pool.

“George is taking me to Ecstasy Island. Sounds dirty, doesn’t it?” she purrs near his ear.

“Ecstasy first. We play with fire later,” he says in a sultry voice.

George offers his arm, and she curls into him as they stroll away.

When they’re gone, Nathan continues our conversation.

“You’re an evil genius. You weaseled yourself into the wedding party in under twenty-four hours.”

“I’ve got a great life coach. He taught me all I know about sabotaging weddings.”

“Don’t say that in your review. I prefer to keep my business on the up-and-up.” He spears an avocado slice with his fork.

I chuckle. “The devil has nothing on you.”

After last night, I want to ask Nathan if he really wants to be a life coach, but at this point, I’m not sure I care. He is supportive, yet highly amoral, and those are two characteristics I need right now.