the bouquet toss, and I’d definitely tasted alcohol on her breath.
“Well, after the day she’d had I don’t blame her.”
I could feel my mom’s stare boring into me, but I ignored it. I knew that not unlike a court of law, anything I said would be used against me.
“So…” she prompted as I shoved the last bite in my mouth.
“So what?” I asked with my mouth half full.
“So how was it seeing her again, after your make-out session?”
I swallowed and stood up to get a glass of water and rinse off my plate. “It was just a kiss. And it was fine because I don’t think that she remembers it.”
“Pfft,” my mom made a dismissive sound. “Yeah, right.”
“No. I’m serious. I don’t think she remembers it. She didn’t act like she remembered me at all.”
“There is no way,” my mom shook her head in disbelief. “That’s impossible.”
“Either that or she’s a really good actress. Which I guess is a possibility since that is what she does for a living.”
“You think she’s pretending not to remember your kiss?”
“No. I think she doesn’t remember it. You were the one that said there was no way that was possible, so I was offering up the only other explanation.”
“Did you ask her, point blank, if she remembered it?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m not a stalker weirdo. How would that have gone, exactly? Hey, remember yesterday when you kissed me in front of the entire town?”
Now only the brow of my mom’s right eye lifted. “I don’t think you were exactly passive.”
“I’m done talking about this.”
“I’m just saying, I think that there was something there. Everyone does.”
“Why are people talking about this? It was Maisy and Bentley’s wedding. No one should be talking about me and Sasha.”
“Oh, no. I’m not talking about the people at the wedding. I’m talking about everyone.”
“What? Who is everyone?”
“Have you been checking your phone?”
“I forgot it at home.” I’d been distracted by the damn kiss.
She bit her bottom lip as she pulled out her phone and handed me the device. “You’re trending.”
I looked down at her screen and saw that she wasn’t exaggerating. I scrolled down the page and saw links to story after story all with headlines variations of Sasha being caught kissing a mystery man and cheating on her loving, devoted boyfriend. There were pictures from every angle.
“What…? How did they get these? I didn’t see any press there.”
“They got them off of Instagram and Facebook. Pretty much everyone at the reception took out their phones and captured yawl’s not so private moment for posterity.”
The cagey way she said everyone made me think she might have done so as well. “Did you take a picture?”
“Maybe.”
“Mom.” My head fell back.
“But I didn’t post it.” She held her hands up in mock surrender. “And besides, you shouldn’t be sucking face in the middle of a hundred people circled around you if you’re gonna be shy about it.”
“I didn’t do it on purpose.”
“Right.” She nodded, and a grin pulled at the sides of her mouth. “You tripped and your tongue fell down her throat.”
“You’re enjoying this way too much.”
Her smile widened. “I know. But, in my defense, you’ve been so boring for so long. I haven’t even had a nibble of what was going on in your private life. But this…” She took her phone back. “I mean you really jumped in the deep end. As the saying goes, go big or go home. You definitely didn’t go home.”
I heard the swishing sounds of someone in the hallway and turned to see Lilah walking toward me. Her hair was pushed up on one side and her eyes were barely open. She lifted her arms to me when she was ten feet away. “Unca Beau.”
I reached down and scooped her up. “This is the only girl I need in my life, right Lilah?”
Lilah rubbed her eyes, let out a big yawn, and nodded before resting her head on my shoulder.
“See,” I said to my mom as I rubbed my little niece’s back.
“Lilah, I thought you said you wanted Unca Beau to marry Princess Madeline.”
Lilah sat back up and gasped as she put her tiny hands on my cheeks and squished my face. “Pwease marwy Pwincess Madewine.”
I looked over at my mom who turned on the TV that sat on the counter. When the picture came up, I saw a very young-looking Sasha in a huge ball gown and tiara dancing at what looked like a ball with a man that I assumed was a