Page 92 of Without Fault

“Dory.”

I feel myself smiling before pulling him in for a hug, but then my eyes land on who's behind him.

“Moon!” I move Liam aside and pull Moon in for a hug.

“Don't push me like that,” Liam grumbles from behind me, and I bite my tongue so as not to laugh at how offended he sounds.

Moon's arms go around my waist as his laugh fills the hall. When we pull away, I notice Jordan behind him.

“Hey, Sunshine.”

I smile up at him before pulling him in for a hug. “You guys can come in or—”

“They’re not staying.”

I turn to Liam who’s standing in the doorway of my hotel room. “Moon just wanted to see you, and Jordan is his cheerleader.” He keeps his gaze on them, and from the looks of it, he doesn’t seem to like either of them very much, but they also seem like good friends? I’m not sure.

“I’m not his cheerleader. I also wanted to see your girl.”

That gets my attention, and when I turn to Jordan, he’s smiling at Moon.

I turn back to Liam, but he’s still watching them. “She’s no one’sgirl.You saw her. Leave.” He grabs a hold of my hand, but before he can pull me into the room, Moon grabs a hold of my other hand.

“Wait! How did your show go today? You’re on my entire feed, and people are going nuts about you and some girl whosabotagedyour dress?!”

I let out a breath, and I can’t believe that information got out so fast, but before I can respond, he goes on.

“I would’ve been able to see you in person ifsomeonelet me go with them.” He points his words at Liam.

“You were at the Moore fashion show today?”

He only nods like it means nothing.

“Why’d you go?”

“To see his girlfri–”

“Shut up.” He cuts Jordan off before he can tease him again, and then his eyes fall to mine. “The past month, you wouldn’t stop talking about modeling in that show.” He shrugs. “I went to see what the hype was about.” He still talks like it was literally not a big deal, and maybe it’s because he’s not into modeling or fashion.

“Do you know what designer you went to see?”

He shrugs again.

“You spent God knows how much for a runway show of a designer youdon’tknow?” I shake my head. “You have to buy tickets for his shows months in advance, how did you even get one?”

“I bought it off of someone.”

“You–” My jaw slightly drops because I have no idea who in this world, in their right mind, would sell a Vincent Moore show ticket unless it was for– like half a million freaking dollars. “How much did you get it for?”

“Can’t remember.”

“Wasn’t it a mil?” Jordan speaks up from the side, and my jaw drops.

“Why would you evendothat?!”

Liam lets out a sigh and pushes off the wall like he’s bored of the conversation. “I already told you; I wanted to see if it was worth all the hype you were making it out to be.”

“Well, was it worth amilliondollars?”

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