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REBECCA

“Isn’titweird?”Iasked when we parked outside the venue. I checked my makeup in the visor mirror.

“Why would it be weird?” Brad asked.

“I’m not one ofthem.”

Brad put his hand on my shoulder. “You’re my best friend, Beck, and I’m one ofthem, as you put it, so by default, you are too.”

I giggled and shook my head. “That doesn’t bring me even close.”

Brad shrugged. “I don’t give a shit. You’re my plus one, so it’s all good. I’m going to feel just as left out when I’m at the fundraiser with you later this year.”

I snorted. “You never feel left out.”

“Neither should you,” Brad said with a grin.

I smiled at him. “Fine. Let’s go have some fun.”

We got out of Brad’s car and walked toward the group of people who were milling around the front of the chapel, dressed to the nines. My stomach twisted as we walked toward them.

They were all made of money. They had an expensive sheen to them, and they carried themselves like they knew they were all about what they had.

Materialism wasn’t hot, but these guys didn’t seem to agree.

Brad was a Cavalier. It was some elite club that only a certain kind of guy could join—to do with the university he studied at or something. The Cavaliers all had a metric fuck ton of money, and the name of the game was making the money grow and passing it on to future generations.

Brad was a Leggatt. His dad wastheLandon Leggatt, the guy who started Paragon Security Solutions and had so much cash he could wipe his ass with it and not blink twice.

Brad was the sole heir to the Paragon throne.

Another of the Cavaliers—Aaron Steele—was getting married today, and Brad, who wasn’t dating, asked me to be his plus one at the wedding.

I’d agreed because Brad was my best friend. Hell, he was like a brother to me. I hadn’t thought about what it would mean until I’d gotten dressed to come here.

I didn’t fit in; I wasn’t one of them.

“Hello, you two,” Landon said, coming toward us.

He looked dashing in a black tuxedo with a crisp white shirt. His salt-and-pepper hair had been combed back, and it made his blue eyes stand out even more than usual.

“Hello, Mr. Leggatt.”

Landon rolled his eyes. “Seriously, Rebecca, when are you going to stop calling me that? You’ve known me long enough to just call me Landon.”

I smiled. “Landon.”

“Better,” he said. He clapped Brad on the shoulder. “You clean up nice.”

“Not as nice as Beck,” Brad said.

I blushed. I’d chosen a midnight-blue dress, the bodice outlining my curves in a corset fashion, and I’d twisted my hair into a loose updo. It was the best I’d been able to do on my limited budget for a wedding as formal as this one.

“Stunning,” Landon agreed.

I blushed harder.

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