Page 105 of Runaway Bride's Guide to Love

Stella: No. You did. Because you promised you’d let me tell them.

Ainsley: Tell us what?

Quinn: Please tell us, because I don’t like Simon having things he can hang over our heads.

Stella: Can I tell you all tonight? I’d like to not do it over a text thread. Especially one that Simon’s on, who, by the way, would fail in the wizarding world if tasked to be the secret keeper.

Simon: Rude.

Maeve: Yes, you can tell us tonight. Come to my place at eight. Jayce is at his dad’s, so we can talk as long as we want and I don’t have to worry about drop off tomorrow morning. Quinn, we’ll FaceTime you?

Quinn: You better or I riot.

Simon: Can someone FaceTime me so I can see everyone’sreactions?

Stella: No. You lost that privilege when you started this text chain.

Simon: Fine. Enjoy, sisters! Just remember that I knew before you, and also that everything that has happened is all because of me.

Maeve: Why are you the way you are?

Simon: Part of my charm.

So here we are, pizza and wine in hand, sitting around Maeve’s expensive coffee table, with all sets of eyes on me.

“Are you going to make us ask?” Quinn says. “Or are you just going to tell us? I need to know how to proceed.”

I feel the blush on my face start to creep in. “I’ve met someone and we’re….together.”

Silence takes over the room. Which I expected, so I continue on. “And, it’s not just a random person off the street. Well, I guess he was when he met.”

Another pause. “It’s Emmett.”

More silence. “Emmett Collins.”

Are they seriously not going to say anything? “Emmett as in Simon’s friend and business partner.”

This time I finally get a reaction.

“Get the fuck out of here!”

Leave it to Quinn to break the silence.

“Holy…” For a second I think Ainsley’s going to say a swear word. That’s what her face is saying. “Wow.”

Shucks. One day we’ll get her to crack.

“Wow is right,” Maeve says. “I didn’t know you knew Emmett?”

“I didn’t. Well, not until the day of the wedding.”

“The wedding!” If Quinn keeps yelling like this she’s going to break the iPad. “I thought you just went and got drunk?”

“I did,” I say. “But turns out, I was getting drunk with Emmett.”

“How did you not know?” Ainsley asks. “Emmett isn’t exactly a super common name.”

“Because there were no names that night. I was Tiger. He was Cap. And that’s how we knew each other.”

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