Page 89 of Meet Fake


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“Tristan.” His father’s authoritative voice says behind us right after Bianca has walked away.

“Father.” He turns around and nods.

“Sage, hello.” He smiles, though we greeted each other briefly at the church.

“Hi, Mr. Remington.”

His mom meets us a few seconds later. She’s dressed in an elegant beaded dress that hits mid-calf.

“Sweetheart, did you just arrive?” She looks at Tristan with very little emotion.

Everything about their dynamic fascinates me. It’s robotic and measured, much like I’d expect in a science lab.

I wish I could put them on a slide and examine them under a microscope. I wonder if I’d find pieces of true emotions hidden under all the formality.

It’s so unlike my own family that it’s hard to wrap my head around it.

“We did.” He nods, hands in his pockets.

“Oh great, we can have a cocktail together.” She loops her hand through her husband’s arm.

“Wonderful,” Tristan says, full of sarcasm.

I widen my eyes. If he wants to stay in his parents’ good graces, he needs to be polite.

“We’ll be right there,” he tells them. “I need to use the restroom.”

“Okay.” His mom says, walking away toward a server carrying a tray of champagne glasses.

Tristan doesn’t move, taking a deep breath.

“Are you okay?” I hold on to his arm and will him to look at me.

“Yeah, fine.”

“Well, you look like you swallowed a toad.”

“What?” He looks at me and laughs.

“Your face is all.” I imitate a face that likely looks like I’m constipated.

Tristan laughs, shaking his head. “I’m fine. No toad.” He opens his mouth. “See?”

“Stop making fun of me.” I slap his shoulder.

He closes his mouth and smiles. “Fine, I’ll be nice.”

“You’d better,” I nod firmly.

“Ready to mingle?” He looks at me with a softness that I could get used to.

“Socializing is my favorite science experiment.”

“What?” His eyebrows crinkle.

“Nothing. Let’s get this party going.”

“You are something else, Wise Sage.”

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