Page 99 of Weddings, Revenge & Fake Dating

Nathan springs out of bed. He slides one gigantic arm around Sophia’s waist and drags her away. Her arms flail through the air, desperate to reach me again. She’s so exhausted, though, she tires out and dissolves into an all-out cryfest.

“I trusted you,” she whimpers. “You betrayed me.”

My heart breaks. I ruined Sophia’s happiness because I couldn’t make my own.

“That’s how it started, Fifi, but it’s not how it’s ending. It turns out I like you more than Roman. In fact, I’m happy to have you over him. I’m sorry it took me this long to figure out how awesome you are and how terrible he is.”

The adjoining door opens, and we look up.

“I told you two to keep it down. I need my beauty rest—” Mom’s words halt when she sees the three of us. “You didn’t get this sister kink from me.”

Annoyed, I groan. “Mom, please. Stop.”

“Let me go.” Sophia squirms free of Nathan’s restraint.

“So, you told her about Roman cheating on her?” Mom asks.

“What!” Sophia’s mouth draws tight.

Olympic-level mental gymnastics take place behind her crystal-blue eyes. The realization plays out on her face like a triple-flip gone wrong, but like a crotch slamming into the pommel horse gone wrong. Then her laser gaze focuses back on me.

“You!” she screams in a rumbling voice, then catapults across the room with renewed energy.

“It wasn’t with me!” I race past Mom into her suite to avoid the oncoming beat-down.

Sophia follows and chases me around the room. When there’s no other choice, I jump from the floor to the sofa, raising myself above her, wanting to gain the upper hand. I swipe a pillow, looking for anything to protect myself.

In the chaos, Freddie, still unconscious, rolls onto the floor with a loud kerplunk.

“How could you!” Sophia screams at the top of her lungs.

“It was the florist. Well, I don’t know if she was the florist, but she’s kind of short. That’s all I know. Wait, and she had glasses!” I frantically try to describe the woman as Sophia chases me.

I won’t dare share how Roman attacked me on the beach. She’ll never believe the truth now.

“The florist is a man!” Sophia cries.

She picks up her own pillow and swings. It collides with mine. In the violent mayhem of bashing each other, my pillow breaks open, and an explosion of feathers rains over the room.

“I’ve got proof!” Nathan slips between us, shaking his phone.

Sophia halts her assault. Her gaze darts between us, but her pillow remains poised for further attack. She’s jittery like she can’t decide what to do.

Nathan scrolls through his phone’s photos in a panic.

“Hurry,” I tell him.

“I can’t find it. It was here last night. I must have accidentally deleted it.” He groans.

I gape at him. “Nathan!”

“Sorry!” he says with frustration.

“You guys lie about everything. You’d lie about this to try to break up my wedding.” Sophia picks up where she left off and smashes her pillow into my thigh.

With my pillow flattened, I retreat, taking a defensive crouch against the wall. I guard my head with my hands as Sophia whales on me. Nathan restrains her for the second time.

“I promise, Sophia, I took the video last night. Everyone in this room saw it, even Dex,” he says.