Page 101 of The Fiancée Farce
“Okay.” Unlock button, unlock button... she found it and with trembling fingers pressed down—
The headlights of Tucker’s Lambo flashed yellow, and she sagged with relief.
“Thank fuck,” Gemma whispered, chuckling softly. “Teddy?”
“Got it. Max and I’ll take the passenger side. You two take the driver’s side?”
“Perfect.” Gemma took a bottle of glitter and funnel from Teddy. “Tansy?”
“Ready,” she said, reaching for the handle of the driver’s side door.
Even though she’d unlocked it herself, she held her breath, praying, wishing, hoping to gods she wasn’t even sure existed that the siren wouldn’t sound as she cracked open the door.
Nothing happened except for the door opening.
“Tansy?” Gemma frowned.
She shook her head, heart still thundering against the wall of her chest. “I’m good, I’m good. Just residual nerves. Let’s do this.”
Gemma slipped past her, sliding into the driver’s seat. “You hold the funnel steady, okay? And I’ll pour.”
From the other seat, Teddy held his funnel steady while Max shook glitter into the passenger-side air vent.
Tansy’s hands were less than steady, but she managed to slip the funnel between the slats of the vent. “Okay.”
Gemma tipped the bottle sideways, pouring glitter into the funnel. It slithered softly from the mouth of the funnel, flowing smooth as silk past the slats into the vent.
A laugh escaped Tansy, the closest to a giggle as she had come in years. Despite the way her arms shook as she kept the funnel steady, she felt oddly light. Lighter than she had felt in years, too.
“What?” Gemma asked, shaking the bottle, making sure the dregs all made it into Tucker’s car.
“Just picturing Tucker looking like a disco ball,” she said. “I’m a little sorry I won’t get to see it happen, to be honest.”
“Who knows?” Gemma grinned. “Maybe if we’re lucky, we’ll get to witness the aftermath. Picture it, Tucker showing up at our wedding—”
“Upstaging the both of us.” Tansy laughed.
“Impossible,” Gemma said. “Tansy, sweetheart, you could wear a trash bag and still outshine every single person in this city.”
“A trash bag, huh?” Tansy had lost track of all the unorthodox compliments Gemma had given her. Unorthodox compliments that felt all the more special than some pat, regurgitatedyou’re so sexynonsense would have.
“A garbage bag,” Gemma confirmed, giving the bottle of glitter one final shake. “I, for one, would still find you dead sexy wearing a, uh,hefty,hefty,heft—”
“Stop.” Tansy folded over, clutching her stomach and laughing.
“I’m serious!” Gemma argued. “Remember, I even told you I can handle the fugly grandma cardigan you’re oddly attached to.”
“Hush, you.” Tansy’s laughter tapered off. “How am I supposed to take this funnel out without scattering glitter all over?”
A wet wipe appeared, inches from her face.
“Here you are,” Teddy said. “Just swipe to remove any debris and we are good to go.”
If he said so. Tansy carefully removed the funnel, leaving a fine trail of glitter behind. She used the wet wipe to clean up the evidence, and—it was as if they’d never been there.
“Make sure you open the vents,” Max said. “I’m going to run the keys back to the booth, yeah?”
“Be quick,” Gemma said.
