Austin
Pavement hums beneath my tires as I pull into the school pickup line, a serpentine queue of minivans and SUVs. My fingers tap an erratic rhythm on the steering wheel as my mind drifts back to the florist shop, where Oaks, Ember, and Cadee spent the last hour fussing over flower arrangements. The cloying scent of roses and lilies clings to my clothes, a sickly-sweet reminder of our charade.
"No expense spared for the wedding of the century," Oaks drawled, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she eyed an ostentatious bouquet. Her fingers, calloused from years of ranch work, looked out of place among the delicate petals. "Gotta keep up appearances, right?"
Cadee shot her a sharp look, manicured nails rearranging a spray of baby's breath with practiced precision. "It's not about appear
