“That sentence,” I told her, “rarely ages well.” She glared at me with pure hatred.

“You planned this,” she said.

And I shook my head, because I had not, and because the truth was so much better than a plan.

Chapter 14 — Documentation, Not Theatrics

“No,” I said.

And it was the truth.

I had not known Marcus would attend my cousin’s wedding.

I had not expected to find Chloe on his arm.