Page 7 of It Must Be Fate

“Bellamy,” Thayer purrs, and I know that voice.

It’s her troublemaker voice, the one she uses when she’s about to get up to no good.

We should all be very afraid.

“Truth or dare?” she asks.

“Truth.”

“Dare? Okay, great choice. Let me think,” Thayer adds, tapping her chin while deep in thought.

Bellamy laughs and shakes her head, letting her impish best friend do as she likes.

“Fine, dare. But make it good.”

“Don’t you worry about that, babe,” Thayer tells her with a grin. “I saw this trend on TikTok that I want to try. Basically, you send a picture of a bouquet of flowers to Rogue and say ‘thank you for the flowers’. He’ll text you back freaking out about who could have sent them to you since they won’t have come from him. We mess with him for a little bit and tell him it was a prank.”

Bellamy groans. “He’ll just get angry.”

“There is a high likelihood he’ll ruin girls’ night,” Nera agrees.

Rogueisextremely likely to barge through our front door swinging, wrecking destruction first and asking questions later, if she texts him that.

But a dare is a dare and I don’t mind the show. Especially if it means Rogue will bring my husband along with him.

I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of calling him that.

Plus, it wouldn’t be our last night in this apartment if one of the boys didn’t attempt breaking down our front door.

“To be fair, Rogue getting angry does feel like a rite of passage at this point,” I answer her, pulling my phone out and opening a new tab.

Thayer leans forward from her kneeling position so that she’s on all fours, her face only a few inches away from Bellamy’s.

She wiggles her eyebrows at her. “And think about how much you like it when you guys make up.”

Bellamy’s eyes darken. A mischievous gleam shines in her gaze as a slow grin stretches across her face.

“You’re not wrong. Okay, what do I do?”

I look up from my phone. “The bouquet will be delivered in ten minutes. That gives us just enough time to get a refill on drinks.”

“I love it when you get all scarily efficient,” Thayer praises.

“Call me the enabler of all your terrible ideas,” I reply.

She throws an arm around my shoulders and smacks a wet, tequila-soaked kiss on my cheek. “And that’s why I love you!”

She skips over to the kitchen island with a giddy laugh, busying her hands with glasses and champagne bottles and snacks. Doing a million things at once and not finishing any of them.

She’s energy and excitement, exuberance and loud, crazy plans. The complete opposite to my quiet reservedness in almost every way, which is exactly whyIloveher.

Rhys has met his match in every way with her. They’re the very definition of two halves of the same soul; always in motion, laughing and enjoying life together.

I’m glad that they found each other and I’m even happier that they’ll be moving to London with us after graduation. Nera and Tristan might come as well once they’re done traveling so I’m excited that we’ll still be able to do smaller squad sleepovers and see each other all the time. I’m not ready to give that up yet, if anytime soon.

The doorbell rings and a massive, three-tiered bouquet greets us at the door.

“Uh, Six,” Nera says, arms shaking under the weight of the flowers. “You might have gone a little overboard.”

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