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I scanned the room. “I don’t know.”
“Don’t you know all these people?”
“Not by choice,” I remarked. “You go to these things a lot more than I do.”
“Not by choice,” he parroted.
I rolled my eyes and turned around so he could look at the back of my head instead. A lot of people hadn’t been able to get here because of the weather, and from what I could see of those I knew, a lot of those people included anyone my brother would be interested in hanging out with.
I felt for him.
Weddings sucked when you were a teenager. They were fun as a kid when you could spend your time being a dancing hooligan or as an adult when, again, you could be a dancing hooligan, just a drunk dancing hooligan. But for teens?
Not really, especially at slightly fancier weddings like this.
He was going to have to suck it up.
“This looks like an enlightening conversation,” William said, slipping away from his Aunt Cecelia.
We’d been introduced. Right before she’d told me about the eighteen kidney stones she’d had removed from her body.
“Not half as interesting as yours,” I replied, raising my eyebrows.
His smile dropped. “I tried telling her I already knew about the time she had her appendix removed, but she told me this was a different one.”
Vincent’s eyes narrowed. “I thought we only had one appendix.”
“We do,” William told him. “I think she was talking about her gallbladder.”
“Does she have any organs left?” I asked.
“No, and thank goodness she’s ineligible for organ donation, or she’d come back and haunt us to tell us about all of those donations, too,” he said, making Granny laugh. “Are you all hiding in the corner? All you need is Carmen to make it a family affair.”
“That’s it. You’re not marrying my granddaughter for that comment,” Granny remarked, getting up. “I revoke my permission!”
I did a double take as she stalked off into the crowd. “Wow. If I knew it was that easy to get rid of her, I’d have said that ages ago.”
William chuckled, and Vincent tapped me on the shoulder. “Are you getting married?”
“Yes,” William answered.
“No,” I said at the same time, then smacked his arm and turned around to my brother. “No. Ignore him.”
“So why are you dating if you aren’t getting married?” Vincent asked, leaning forwards on the back of my chair. “Isn’t that the point? Why date someone if you’re not going to marry them?”
I opened my mouth to answer his question, then stopped.
Ah.
Hadn’t I asked that question before?
“Yes,” William said after a second, dragging the word out as he looked at me. “Whyarewe dating if we aren’t eventually getting married, Grace?”
I slowly ran my tongue over my lips, turning to look at him, where I gave him the flattest yet most deadly stare I could muster.
I was going to kill him.
“You’re my trial run,” I said, looking him dead in the eye. “The what-not-to-do, if you will.”
