Page 230 of You've Got Hate Mail
Honestly, all of us do.
Ginny’s ex—the one whose wedding she interrupted—is a hockey player.
“I know,” Mabel murmurs.
“Who?” Ginny repeats. “What hockey player?”
Mabel cringes as she replies. “Declan Fox.”
Ginny’s lips part. “Are you fucking serious?”
“Yes. Sorry.”
“You know him?” Olivia asks Ginny.
She grimaces. “He was—he was the best man.”
“Oh,shit,” Heath whispers, voicing my exact reaction too.
Dori’s eyes go huge.
Mabel’s cringing.
Even Pip seems shocked into silence.
“We’ll say no,” Samantha says.
“We will absolutely say no,” Olivia agrees.
“No, don’t—let’s not leap to hasty answers.” Ginny squeezes her eyes shut and blows out a slow breath. “I can—I can leave for a while. Not be involved. How big are his socials?”
“They’rewe can’t buy this kind of publicitybig,” Mabel says.
“Shit,” Ginny whispers.
“And we don’t have to decide today. We won’t do this if it makes you or anyone else uncomfortable,” Mabel says. “There’s always another way.”
“But there’s not.”
“There might be.” She glances at me. “Ready for more complicated big news?”
I raise my glass to her, happy to take the attention off of Ginny, who’s clearly struggling and needs some time to think. Possibly alone. “Bring it.”
“I located the owner of that GrippaBeav channel,” Mabel says.
The entire mood of the room shifts instantly.
“Oh! That’s fantastic news. Let’s go burn his house down,” Dori says.
“Get a picture of his balls and feed it through AI,” Olivia says.
“Send his boss proof so he gets fired from his day job,” Samantha says.
“Who’s got a poof and a laycock?” Pip says. “What’s a laycock? And why do I think that should beliecockinstead? I always get lay and lie mixed up.”
Mabel’s not smiling like everyone else, and she doesn’t correct Pip.
“What?” I say to her. “What’s wrong?”
