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A grin pulls at her lips. “Sean Bentley, are you asking me to be your girlfriend?”

I scoop up a dollop of whipped cream and poke her nose. “Yes ma’am.”

She gasps. “No more food fights in my kitchen.”

I round the minibar. “But the last one was so fun.”

She slips my pie away and holds it behind her back.

“Wait, no. I’ll obey.” I grab her waist. “I simply can’t live without your sweets.” I waggle my brows.

“You’re such a charmer. I don’t know if I can put up with this.” She tilts her chin, tempting me with those perfect lips. “That and your propensity for messes.”

“You know what they say if you can’t beat 'em, join 'em.” I pucker my lips, tempting her back.

Instead of her sweet lips, I’m met with a whole piece of pink lemonade pie to the face. I’m shocked, only for a moment. Which she uses to sprint away with the cutest little cackle laugh I’ve ever heard. Then I grin, wipe the pie off my face, and rush after her.

“I think you understand Bentleys just fine.”

Chapter 27

London

“Thisisastupididea.”

“No, It’s agreatidea,” Monica protests.

“But Sean and I are moving on from the past. I don’t want him to feel bad all over again.”

“Correction. Tonight, you arerewritingthe past, and let’s be clear. He’s only going to be thinking about how sexy you are in that dress.”

I run my hands down the purple tulle. I had the bottom skirt shortened a bit, so I don’t trip when bringing in and plating desserts, but the rest of the dress is the same. Light lavender, spaghetti straps, and V-neck that shows off a little more cleavage than I had in high school. It’s still to die for.

Sean’s work party is tonight, and the theme is a holiday carnival, which is confusing, but hey, that’s out of my hands.

“Are you sure?” I ask one last time.

“Positive,” Monica says.

“Okay.” I finally accept this is a good idea and hang up. I head to my store where my dad and Grady are finishing loading up the desserts. Grady will help me get them into the Bentleys, but I wanted to plate them myself to make sure they are perfect.

“Have fun sweetheart,” Dad says, handing me the keys. “And keep your pho—” he stops himself. “Just have fun, alright?”

“I will.” I press a kiss on his cheek and hop in the van with Grady. He’ll take it back after we get everything unloaded, and Sean offered to give me a ride home.

I’m a bundle of nerves as I drive to the party. I hardly slept last night, too busy making the final touches on the fifty desserts Mr. Bentley ordered and thinking about Sean. I’ve thought of little else since he asked me to be his girlfriend a couple nights ago.

When we pull up to the Bentley house, my jaw drops.

“Is that a Ferris wheel?” Grady asks, eyes trained on the tip of the Ferris wheel visible over the house from the backyard.

There’s nothing else it could be.

“Let’s go see.” I smile over at him and hop out of the van.

I texted Sean an hour ago letting him know I’d be early and setting up in the kitchen, but he hasn’t responded. What if he stands me up again?

No. This ishiswork party. Not prom. I shouldn’t have worn this stupid dress; it’s bringing out all my past fears. Everything is fine because I trust Sean. Heart and soul.

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