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We were fucked until I watched Jolie pull out a necklace from beneath her shirt.
19
Jolie
There waszero recognition in Sophia’s eyes. Gran had been right. She didn’t know these rings weren’t ours.
“We were keeping it a secret,” I said, fumbling with the clasp because I wasn’t a great liar and I couldn’t look her in the eye as I spoke.
“It happened fast,” Grant said, taking the necklace from me and smoothly opening it and pouring the rings into my palm.
“It wasn’t planned,” I said, picking Grandpa’s ring and praying it would fit Grant’s finger.
He held out his hand and our eyes locked. For a crazy second, it felt I was trapped in a time bubble and maybe this marriage thing was real as I slipped the ring onto his finger.
I opened my hand as Sophia said, “Yeah, right. Where did this happen?”
“Vegas,” Grant and I said at the same time.
“There may have been a lot of drinks involved,” Grant continued and slipped the two rings onto my finger.
“We’re taking it one day at a time,” I said, though my meaning might have been different.
Someone banged on the door and I turned and finally looked at Sophia with a raised eyebrow.
I had to admit, she looked convinced and maybe a little sick as she opened the door.
Two security guards came in wanting to know what was going on. Sophia half-heartedly explained what she thought. Luckily, Grant seemed well at ease explaining our fictious marriage.
“You see,” he said, holding up my hand where Gran’s wedding set lay nestled on my finger while showing his.
“Where’s the marriage certificate?” Sophia asked in a last-ditch effort to not sound like a crazy woman.
Many suggested that if you were married and traveling to Dubai, you should have that certificate with you.
“Who walks around with that?” I asked, bluffing as best I could to sound sure of myself because it wasn’t exactly a lie.
Both officers turned to look at Sophia. “This is not funny. We don’t take kindly to crank calls,” one of the officers said to Sophia.
I breathed a sigh of relief. They could have demanded we produce it.
Sophia paled even further. “Sorry about this,” he said to us. “Time to go.” He waved her out of the room and I almost felt bad for her. But she’d brought it on herself.
When the door closed, I let out an audible sigh.
“That was close,” he muttered.
“Yes, it was,” I agreed.
Then our eyes met. “So, you’re Mr. Sky’s daughter?”
“Yep,” I said, letting the P pop off my lips. “And you’re not Sophia’s boyfriend.”
“Nope,” he said, popping the P like I had.
For a split second, he didn’t move until he did. Good thing my reflexes were in working order. I stopped him with a palm to his chest.
“Not happening.”
