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“Do you know what would be cool? If you had a best friend working in fashion. That would be so incredibly cool.”
“That’s not what I mean, Tops. What if it’s a fancy thing and I show up in jeans?”
“A disaster.”
“Exactly.” I agree with Topper, and nervous tingles fill my stomach already because I want a perfect date and a perfect day.
I want to celebrate that day and not by kicking it off by showing up in overalls when it should have been a cocktail dress.
“I’ll text him.” I pluck my phone from my white trousers.
Evangeline: What the bloody hell should I wear tomorrow? It didn’t specify.
It notifies me that Chester read it straight away, and it shows him typing. I start to bite on my nail, anticipating his answer.
Chester: Something sexy.
Topper’s loud laughter fills the kitchen, and I smack his shoulder hard, but my cheeks are already turning red.
I want sexy. I bloody hell can do sexy.
My phone pings and shows another text from Chester.
Chester: Okay, no, that won’t work. I need to be able to keep my hands off your body for at least a few hours. I don’t want to embarrass myself or damage my reputation, you see.
My cheeks turn even redder, and I almost want to shield my phone away from Topper. His words make me giddy, and I’m looking forward to tomorrow. I eye the clock and count the hours left until our date.
Chester: But we are going to a very special party.
“Let’s find you an outfit that screams sex kitten, so Chester doesn’t know what left or right is anymore,” Topper says, grabbing my hand and dragging me out of the chair.
“Hell yes,” I say, punching the air like some very competitive athlete before I remind myself that Frederic can’t know.
***
Chester
“You do realise she’s getting married?” Sebastian eyes me while helping Livia tug on her shoes. We’re getting ready for Apollo’s anniversary party, but the thing I’m most excited about is seeing Evangeline again.
“I’m aware,” I say, staring at my best friend turned father. Sometimes it still confuses me so much; Sebastian was the friend who I assumed would never father a child, let alone marry. No one in their right mind would be married to Sebastian Callahan.
He didn’t care much about living the family life nor did it appeal to him to care about someone other than himself. Sebastian is bloody cold, strict and lives with a permanent stick up his arse. He is a bulldog when it comes to his work, and I never want to see him in his glory during office hours.
Love, relationships or even one-night stands, were never on his list. He wasn’t chasing any woman. Work satisfied him enough. A weird-ass man, if you ask me. But then five years ago, it changed drastically and so quickly.
In the blink of an eye, he got married, and not a few months later, Livia was born, making Sebastian a father and a husband. It left everyone with their mouths gaping wide open.
“Chester, you should ignore him. Go get that girl.” Moreen was an even bigger surprise when it was her name written on their wedding invitation next to Sebastian’s. Her father is a real-estate mogul. Her last name is known everywhere and dominates the market. It’s big when you’re called a Van Doren. Really big.
Sebastian married a woman with a fortune so large she could never spend it all in one lifetime, and their union only pushed them into the life of a one-percenter. But I would never trade my life for theirs because it’s toxic and painful to watch them sulk through the days. But Moreen is the one who sucks you dry of joy when you see what’s left of her. Absolutely nothing.
“That’s what I was thinking, Moreen.” I agree with her statement though. I’ll get my girl, and I’m fine with pretending I don’t have to give her back to someone else soon.
Moreen walks around the kitchen counter with her hands fumbling with her earring. Sebastian’s gaze moves up and he takes in his wife. He stares her way, eating up the beauty that is Moreen. Sebastian looks at Moreen the way I looked at Evangeline when I saw her for the first time. A breath that got knocked out by something so stunning, almost magical.
“What the hell is going on?” I mumble under my breath. Their relationship requires a degree in rocket science to understand the first layer.
“What did you say?” Moreen asks, looking at me, but quickly her eyes fall on her husband. A disgusted look takes over her face.
