Page 41 of How to Ruin a Wedding

I shake my head—the world teeters—and I make a mental note to keep it as still as possible. “Your fault,” I say, leading us to a bench overlooking the rest of the playground. “You said you could handle more than I can—and I can’t stand losing. I lose a lot, but not for lack of trying.”

After Valerie declared she wanted to host the wedding at the art gallery and demanded no follow-up questions, she ordered us a flightof shots. Somehow, it became a celebratory night, turned competition for who could take the most.

It didn’t help that Valerie slipped a fifty under one of the glasses—a reward for whoever finished the row. I currently have the bill stuffed into my bra.

The art gallery kindly asked us to celebrate elsewhere, as they had a private viewing arriving. Both of us being unable to drive, we wandered a mile up the road and decided the playground was the perfect place to sober up.

Valerie pinches my cheek. “You’re fun,” she says, almost accusatory.

“Thanks?”

“Anders isn’t some bore, but he’s not one to join a drunken excursion. And he’s always been tight lipped about whoever he’s dating.”

I thought he’d only dated Anna?

Valerie snorts and shoves my face away. “Please,” she says. “You think he’s only been with Anna?” Oh. So I must’ve voiced my annoying thoughts out loud. A drunk habit I need to snuff out. “Sure, she’s the only girl he’s ever loved, but he’s been around. Trust me, I’m dating his college roommate. Anders has had many a fling.”

I actively work to keep my face neutral at the mention of Anders with “many” anything.

“That’s why I’m confused about you. I like you, but Anders mentioning you, then bringing you to meet us right after, when he doesn’t even give us the names of the people he’s seeing—what’s really up with you two?”

My nerves ratchet up. Is it really so out of character for Anders to bring along someone he’s dating? He seems to be the appropriate amount of private, not meticulously secretive, but not going out of his way to keep his love life entirely separate from his family.

But it’s not like I could possibly know him better than them.

“Nothing,” I say.

She narrows her eyes at my stomach. “You pregnant?”

“Hell no.” I cover my belly. “I’ve just been helping myself to a few extra servings this week.”

“Hired an Etsy witch and fed my brother a love potion?”

“Please listen to yourself and tell me if you sound sane.”

She barks out a laugh. “See? You’re funny? I never pictured Anders with someone funny. Or cool.”

“What did you picture, then?”

“Not sure. Anna was reserved, really quiet unless you knew her. Not exactly someone you’d invite to an after-party, but she’d show up if you needed help setting up. Reliable. And boring.”

“And I give off loud? Drunk? Unreliable?”

“Unpredictable,” Valerie pitches in. “And my brother is anything but that. Not that I’m complaining. If you can help him have a little fun every now and then, that’d be nice.”

Of course, being referred to as someone fun, enough so that it can bring joy to another person, welcomes warmth into my chest. But as swiftly as the warmth comes, guilt seeps into its place. Anders’s family has easily welcomed me into the fold, without much effort from my part. That easy kindheartedness in them is something I see when I’m with Anders.

Would it come so easily to them if they knew I came here under false pretenses?

“Valerie.” A male voice joins us. “This is absolutely not the corner store you said you’d be at.”

A lanky man with large, circular wire glasses approaches. A mess of curls frames his heart-shaped face, which is covered in so many freckles you only catch tiny peeks at his pale skin. If Anders hadn’t told me his age, I’d think he was twenty-one instead of thirty.

“John!” Valerie opens her arms wide, shoving me away in the process.

“This is exactly why I have you share your location,” John says with a sigh. He glances at me, and his smile widens. “You must be Lucy.”

I help Valerie up. “Nice to meet you,” I reply politely, but my brain snags on his words. Is he forcing Valerie to share her location so he cantrack her? That seems controlling. Maybe it’s not, but I find myself stuck on it.