Page 26 of The Romance Fiasco


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“My thoughts exactly.”

“I don’t even know what that is,” he says.

Magnus chuckles. “That’s a good thing, trust me.”

Nora laughs.

I raise my eyebrow and lean a little closer. “I had to taste test those flavors and you’re not missing anything. However, I made a special request that a chocolate cake with vanilla frosting be made just for those of us who aren’t fans of such strange and exotic flavors.”

“Really?” Alex asks.

I nod and tilt my head toward Nora. “After they cut the cake, I’ll make sure we each get a slice of the good stuff.”

Alex jumps up and down.

“You’re a lifesaver. The promise of cake helped me get that tie around his neck.”

Alex fusses with it. “It’s a clip-on.”

“Your dad wore a tie with pride on special occasions,” Magnus says. “Like the day he and your mama got married.”

Sadness pierces Nora’s eyes.

“It was an important day. If we should all be so blessed...” Magnus adds.

I gaze up at him, his brown eyes filled with emotion. If only...

“You look just like him, Alex.”

“Just on a smaller scale,” Nora adds.

“Would my dad have laughed if Aunt Romy and Uncle Ross smooshed the cake into each other’s faces? I saw it in a movie once.”

We all burst into laughter.

“Yes,” Magnus says.

“Definitely yes.”

“What was that?” a strained voice asks.

We all whirl around to see Romy standing there in a robe and with a flute of champagne. “Do you have the photo?” she asks me.

Turning to Magnus I say, “Do you have the rings?”

He just barely rolls his eyes and pats the breast pocket of his suit. “Safe and sound.”

“Can I see them?”

Nora says, “We’re going to explore the hotel. See you all at the ceremony.” She leans into me and whispers, “Thanks for the promise of cake. It’s been a tough day for Alex. He’s dealing with a case of doggy heartbreak.”

Romy grabs my arm and says, “Make him show me.”

I blink a few times, my thoughts caught ondoggy heartbreak. As a vet and animal lover, I know all too well about that and miss my mutts something fierce. “Make him show you what?” I ask Romy.

“You’re the maid of honor. He’s the best man. This. Is. Your. One. Job.”

“I’ve been running errands for you all day, all week, so technically I’ve had many jobs, Romy. You asked me to be your maid of honor. More like handmaiden.”

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