Page 2 of Fixer for the Billionaire

Jenny's smile widens. "I have no doubt about that. But first..." Her gaze drops to a rogue piece of spaghetti on my blouse, like an unwanted brooch. "...maybe we should order food before diving into details. I mean, boob-spaghetti isn't exactly a meal."

I stick my tongue out at her, grabbing a napkin to wipe off the offending noodle. "Blame it on the kids. Yesterday was spaghetti bolognese night, and they wanted it for breakfast too. I thought it'd be less messy indoors. Clearly, I was wrong."

Jenny laughs, shaking her head. "You're the best big sister ever." She pauses, then adds, "And you'll be an amazing maid of honor."

Her words hit me with a mix of joy, excitement, and a twinge of fear.

Being a maid of honor is a big deal, and I'm determined to get it right. More than anything, I want to support my best friend in every possible way.

We order appetizers and champagne, then start planning her spur-of-the-moment wedding.

As Jenny and I dive into planning mode, my mind races through potential bridal party members faster than a squirrel on energy drinks. Jenny's family is a given—her mom and sister will be bridesmaids, sparkling in whatever delightful or disastrous dresses Jenny chose. Then there are the Forde cousins, a lively bunch that would add a dash of unpredictability to the mix.

But the Seattle borne-and bred Anderson side of the family—that's where Hollywood meets high society.

You've got the Anderson billionaires, co-founders of the wildly successful Hare & Holeton. Leading the pack is Alton Anderson, the eldest at a dignified thirty-five, exuding the air of an old English lord who mistakenly ended up in the 21st century. Then comes Derek, the cool, collected one, with a gaze that could either thaw your heart or freeze it solid.

And of course, the twins, Quentin and Ryder, both thirty and like two sides of the same coin. Quentin, with his sun-kissed blond hair. Ryder, with his dark tresses.

Lastly, there's their Chief Operating Officer cousin, Killian. Slightly older than the twins, he brings an extra dollop of charm to the mix. The man could out-smirk a cat and still look like your next-door knight in shining armor.

Imagining them all suited up for the wedding, my champagne-fueled ideas take on a life of their own.

My thoughts wander over to Quentin—the Anderson I know best. Or, rather, worst.

Of course, I push that aside.

No time to dwell on past mistakes, especially not when my best friend's happiness is at stake.

On our second glass of the bubbly, I take a deep breath and smile. "It's an honor, Jen. And don't worry, I won't embarrass you too much." We laugh and clink glasses. "You made this lunch sound like a major announcement was coming."

Jenny smirks. "Some aspects of this wedding are quite major. Have you seen this ring?"

"Okay, you got me there."

"But it's not just you I wanted to chat with," she continues, her tone turning serious. She takes a sip of her champagne. "I, uh, invited someone else today. Hope that's okay."

My curiosity piques. "Who?"

As she twirls her glass, a shadow looms over our table. I turn to see him.

Her fiancé. Ryder Anderson. One of the Anderson men behind Hare & Holeton, and its CTO.

I place a hand over my heart, feigning shock. "Oh, I didn’t realize we were inviting grooms to this girls-only party." I smile at Ryder. "Guess one boy's allowed."

Jenny looks up. "Um, Car, he's not here alone."

My eyes widen as another figure appears. Ryder's twin. Quentin Anderson. The greener-eyed, blonder version and the CMO at Hare & Holeton.

And the bane of my existence.

I scoff, reaching for my champagne. "Well, there goes my appetite."

Quentin grins. "Hey, Sanchez."

Suddenly, this isn't a casual catch-up. It's an ambush.

"Hello," I glance at Quentin's brother, "...Ryder. Did I miss something?"

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