Page 117 of Cluelessly Yours

Lived up to my real life?

“Oh, and your thoughts on the dedication too,” Natasha adds. “When I read it, it nearly brought tears to my eyes.”

“Brought tears to your eyes?”

“There’s just something so sweet about seeing an author dedicate her entire book to her sister’s love story.”

Brooke dedicated an entire book to my love story?

How am I just finding out about this? Andnotfrom my own sister, but from a random journalist I’ve never met?

“Natasha, I’m so sorry, but I’m going to have to call you back,” I state as I pause right at the subway entrance. “Just text me your number, and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.”

I don’t give her any time to respond before hanging up the call, knowing damn well I won’t be calling her about anything. I will, however, call the one person who better be prepared to give me some answers.

“Hey, Sam,” Brooke greets on the second ring. “What’s up?”

“You know, I just got the most interesting call. From a reporter.”

“What? Really?”

“Yeah. A reporter by the name of Natasha Lovingfeld who wanted to know my thoughts on my sister’s latest book.”

“Oh…”

“She also wanted to know what I thought of the dedication. The one that states my sister dedicated an entire book to my love story.”

“That sure is interesting…”

“Brooke!”

“What?”

“What?” I repeat. “I’ll tell you what. You best start fessing up right the F now.”

“So…” She pauses, but when a good five seconds pass, an exasperated breath falls from my lungs.

“Brooke.”

“Okay. Okay,” she responds on a sigh. “So, I might’ve written an entire book about Noah’s and your love story.”

“Brooke!”

“I guess you can kind of…sort of…consider this my way of getting back at you for the whole not-inviting-me-to-your-wedding thing.”

My eyes are one revelation away from popping out of my eye sockets. “You did this for revenge?”

“Well, that, and the fact that your story was too good not to write about!”

“Oh my God, you’re insane!”

“But don’t worry, I changed the names,” she quickly adds, and I grit my teeth.

“Send me a copy right now.”

“Are you sure you—”

“Brooke,” I cut her off with a tense jaw. “Send me a copy right now.”

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