Chapter 9
ANDREW
The plan is simple.
Pretend to be engaged to Nancy. Fool the most observant people on the planet—my family.
Make it through this wedding weekend and then to the trust reading.
A piece of f*****g cake…
Not.
Though, I gotta say: Nancy’s doing a damn good job. Better than I thought she would.
We enter inside the family estate, hands held, luggage in tow. And she doesn’t even bat an eye when my younger sister Sabrina shoots out of a side hallway like a bat out of hell, wrapping her arms around a woman she doesn’t even know, an already chipper voice a squeal.
“OhmyGodOhmyGodOhmyGod!”
She’s like a siren. A siren who doesn’t stop.
She clasps her hands around Nancy’s shoulders.
“Feels like I’ve been waiting for you guys forever. I’ve been losing my mind from the boredo
