Page 37 of No One Was Supposed to Die at This Wedding

Sorry, Mom and Dad! I’m sure you would’ve been amazing wedding guests.

“I’ll think about it. But Fred, let’s keep your mother out of the pictures, all right?”

“Not sure we’re going to be able to manage that.”

“She can’t be in the official photos, or my mom will freak. Come to think about it, can you confiscate her phone?”

“I will.” Fred plants a kiss on Emma’s cheek. “Thanks, darling. You should relax. Go for that soak we talked about. You know you always feel better after a soak.”

He tips his head against her forehead and they share a tender moment.

One of those ones TikTokers make endless reels about to heartbreaking songs.

And no, I’m not jealous.

I just sound that way.

Fred leaves, and Emma turns to me after we watch his shadow pass the window. “Did you check the Twitter thread?”

“I left my phone in my room, as per instructions.”

“Sorry about that. But you know how it is with these exclusive photo deals.”

“It’s fine. I’ll check when I get back to the villa.”

“Thanks.”

I twist my hands together. “You really want me to look into this? What if I find something you don’t want to know?”

“Fred knows all of my secrets and I know all of his.”

“Really?”

Her shoulders slump. “Okay, notall, exactly...”

“What about Tyler?”

“What about him?”

“There’s a rumor that you and him...”

She turns away, a blush creeping up her cheek. “I...”

“Just tell me. No judgment.”

She laughs. “El, come on. There’s always judgment.”

She’s right. Iama judgy person.

I’ve tried to change, but people don’t change.

You should remember that.

“I’ll dial it down.”

“It was a long time ago,” Emma says.

“When?”

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