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“I’m fine,” I mouth to him.
He doesn’t look happy about it but nods and stays with my mom.
“I thought that your parents were trying to set us up,” Tripp says, sounding put out.
“Were they? Well, I’m taken now. Sorry,” I say, and I know that Tripp can hear the insincerity in my voice.
His hands tighten on me, and I wince, trying to put some space between us.
“I’ll be cutting in now,” Rhett says from behind me, and I blink, finding myself in his arms.
“Thanks,” I whisper when I see Tripp storm off.
“Anytime,” Rhett says as he starts to sway with me in his arms.
I rest my hands on his chest and smile to myself as I dance with my boyfriend.
Fake boyfriend,I remind myself and sigh quietly as I wonder what I’m going to do with all of these feelings when everything comes crashing down.
SEVEN
Rhett
“I’m reallysorry for how they’ve been treating you,” Quinn says, and I shrug.
“It’s alright. No offense, but your parents’ opinion of me doesn’t really matter to me. I know that I’m a good person and that there’s more to life than money,” I assure her.
“No, it’s not. I don’t even know why I came, let alone why I dragged you here. They don’t really like me either,” she admits, and I frown down at her.
“I’m sure that that’s not true.”
“It is, or, well, they don’t know me well enough to decide if they like me or not. I just wanted them to stop pushing their choice of men on me. I don’t have anything in common with them, though. Maybe it’s better if I let this relationship go. I seem to be the only one really trying here.”
I hold her closer in my arms, rubbing her back slowly.
“I’m sorry, Quinn. They’re idiots if they can’t see how awesome you are.”
She nods against me, and I try to think of something to lighten the mood.
I hate that Quinn is upset with her parents and how this night is going, and I wish I could do something. I know that nothing short of me going back in time and being born to a different family, a well-off one that runs in the same social circles as them, is going to make them accept me.
She had tried to warn me on the drive over that her mom and dad can be a little pretentious, but I guess that I was hoping deep down that I could win them over. As soon as we walked in here, I knew that wasn’t going to happen.
“Did you grow up here?” I ask Quinn as we sway back and forth to the classical music.
“Yeah, well, sometimes. I was mostly away at boarding school and then college,” she says with a shrug.
I nod, looking around at the ornate room. The entire house I grew up in could fit into this one room. There’s so much space and so many different rooms, but the décor remains the same throughout. Every room and crevice screams old money and power. There’s this vibe though, that none of the furniture is really there to be used, just envied. Like it’s not practical, just expensive.
Tripp steps back over to where Quinn’s mother is glaring at me, and Quinn moves closer to me.
“Do you want to get out of here?” I whisper in her ear, and she nods right away.
“Yes, please.”
I take her hand in mine, and she giggles as we run out of the house and down the hill to the valet. I pass him my ticket and wrap my arms around Quinn as he goes to get it.
“Are you hungry?” I ask, and she shakes her head.
