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Regina said, scowling, “that’s been proven. By science. I don’t mean to sound like a bitch, Lacey, but that dress doesn’t work on you. Your skin is too pale. And they aren’t called doilies, sweetheart, they are napperon.” She said that last part in a very snooty French accent.

“Is your name really Regina George? Like from Mean Girls?” Lacey asked.

Regina scoffed. “You think I’ve never heard that before. You think you’re clever for making basic pop culture references? It’s Georges, not George.”

“Alright,” I said, putting myself between them. “It was just great running into you, Regina, but I am most definitely engaged to Lacey, so why don’t you let us enjoy the night together?”

“I don’t see any rings,” she said, crossing her arms.

“We’re not so insecure that we need rings,” Lacey said.

Regina had been a mistake. The first time, we’d broken up when I went to college. The second time, well, that was the biggest mistake of all.

13

Lacey

My blood was still boiling when Regina walked away, but I didn’t want to come off too insecure to Noah, so I tried to keep myself in check.

“Sorry about that,” he said.

“It’s fine. It’s not your fault she’s a bitch.”

Okay, so calling her a bitch didn’t exactly project a chill image.

“You’re not hurting my feelings by calling her that,” Noah said. “Call her anything you want. It’s probably not bad enough.”

“What did she do?”

“Let’s just not talk about it. She came up to me like that to ruin our night, so let’s not let her win.”

I hugged him tight, pressing my cheek up against the warmth of his broad chest. I had another drink, which brought me to the point where I felt really nice, but I knew if I drank any more I’d quickly feel like a mess. So I stopped drinking and just enjoyed being with Noah.

Silas and his date came over while we took a break and sat down on a bench off to the side of the dance floor.

“This is Monika,” he said.

Monika had blonde hair and high cheekbones. She was also about a full foot taller than me. She looked like some kind of European supermodel. Even with all the fancy clothes on, I still felt plain next to women like her and Regina. Well, I felt plain until Noah put his hand around my waist and squeezed, reminding me that to him, I was anything but plain.

“How’d it go with Stanton?” Noah asked Silas.

He shrugged. “Smoked a lot of cigars. Drank a lot of whiskey. I listened to his little pep talk, pretended I gave a shit. Then I gave him a hand job under the table, and he signed.”

My eyes bulged. “You’re...you’re joking, right?”

Silas smiled at me and raised an eyebrow. “What do you think, Lacey?”

“I…”

“Leave her alone, Silas,” Noah said.

“Her poor virgin ears? How’d it go with Beatrice? Did you give her a—”

I shoved Silas before he could finish the question.

He burst out laughing. “Okay. Sorry, Lacey. I will stop messing with you.”

Noah took a sip of his drink. “Well, Oreo, Boo, and Ziggy are going to team up to help Riley solve another thrilling caper. In this book, Boo and Ziggy’s powers get enhanced when they eat catnip, but their powers become so strong that they can’t control them. This will lead to hilarious hijinx, as I’m sure you can guess.”

“That actually sounds like a fun read,” I said.

Silas leaned in and whispered into my ear. “Don’t ever tell Noah, but these cozy cat mysteries are a guilty pleasure of mine.”

“Sounds great,” Silas said. “And she’s staying with us?”

“I think so,” Noah said. “No thanks to you.”

“I got Stanton,” Silas said. “I’ve got a 100% success rate so far.”

“So do I,” Noah said. “Except I’ve closed two contracts instead of just one.”

Silas shook his head. “You’ve closed one. So has Lacey. Speaking of, Lacey, who is your next client?”

I didn’t know if he was joking around again. “Me?”

“Naomi is her next client,” Noah said.

Silas rolled his eyes. “She’s good at this. Her talents are being wasted.”

“Making my daughter happy is not a waste.”

“You know what I meant,” Silas said.

Monika looked bored of the business talk. She put a hand on my shoulder. “I love your dress.”

“Thanks.” I looked around the dancefloor until I spotted Regina. Now I was worried that Monika was giving me some kind of under-handed compliment.

“It looks better on you,” Monika said.

I smiled. “Thanks.”

It felt like she was being sincere, but I wasn’t willing to fully assume it. Rich people had