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He pushed off the side of the car and came to her. “I’m sorry. I hate acting like that,” he said, taking her hands in his. “And for the record, I don’t think you’re sleeping with Ronson.”
“Then why’d you say those things?” she asked, more confused than ever.
He shook his head, like he didn’t know how to answer, and pulled her into a hug. “I’m sorry,” he repeated. “And I still want you to meet my parents.” He leaned back to check her expression.
Bianca nodded. “I’d like that.” She thought for a moment. “Are you still coming with me to the fundraiser this weekend?”
He nodded, smiling softly. “If you still want me to.”
“I do,” she said.
“Good,” he replied. “Because I look amazing in a tux.”
She laughed up at him as they went into her house, their arms around each other.
“You should wear the ivory one,” Bianca urged as soon as Abbe came out from behind the dressing screen.
“Are you sure?” Abbe said, lifting up the skirt to look at one of the many underskirts.
“With your blonde hair and that skin tone? Gorgeous,” Bianca said, taking a sip of her champagne.
The Lorings had taken over two dressing suites. Rafe and Cassiel were in one, and Bianca and Abbe were in another, all of them trying on evening wear for the ball. Their personal shopper was going between the two of them, bringing them things to try on, and Charles had come along to offer his opinion and help them drink champagne.
Charles leaned in close to Bianca. “It’s a tad bridal,” he said, wrinkling his nose.
Abbe snapped and pointed at him. “Exactly my problem!” she exclaimed. “That’s it! I’m taking it off.”
“It’s not bridal, it’s classic!” Bianca argued as Abbe flounced back behind the changing screen. She lowered her voice for Charles. “I’m going to kill you,” she mouthed.
“Why?” he mouthed back.
“Because I want to make my brother think about marrying her before she leaves his ass!” Bianca hissed back.
“Oh, honey, she isneverleaving him,” Charles said, filling his glass. “I don’t know if you know this or not, but your brother is a total toe-curler.”
“Ew!” Bianca said, slapping his arm and almost making him spill.
“He is! And she is fully hooked. Once you find a toe-curler, you never leave that shit. Trust.”
They heard Abbe’s voice soaring over the ornate screen. “What are you two talking about?”
“Nothing,” Bianca and Charles said together, and then they started giggling.
“So. How’s E-li-as?” he said in a sing-song way. Bianca couldn’t stop herself from blushing. “Have we got ourselves another toe-curler?” he asked, slapping her leg. Bianca tipped sideways, laughing, determined not to talk. “We have! Look at that face!”
Abbe came out from behind the screen with a robe on to take a swig of champagne. “Have you met any of his friends yet?” she asked.
“Not yet. I don’t quite know how that would work, considering what he does for a living,” Bianca said, shrugging. “But he wants me to meet his parents. I think they’re coming out from the UK for Thanksgiving.”
Abbe watched Bianca carefully. “That sounds pretty serious.”
Bianca felt her phone buzzing with a text and took it out while she responded. “I don’t know what it is yet,” she said. When she glanced down at the screen, the text was from a blocked number but it read,Have you talked to Eden’s dad yet?Bianca froze, knowing that text had to be from Ben Goh.
“Are you okay?” Charles asked, seeing her expression, and peeking down at the screen. “Is that Elias?”
“No,” Bianca answered immediately, putting her phone away. “It’s someone else.”
Abbe and Charles exchanged a look. “Hon. You look like you’ve just seen a ghost,” Charles informed her.
