Jett
The time was at hand to lie again. My fake marriage had been going great, but could we pull it off with my whole family in the front row seats?
The whiskey hadn’t had time to set in and do its job, but I had hopes it’d soon kick in. I had Asia by the hand as we strode into the large, glass enclosed room.
Lounging around the area that was filled with chaise longues were both sets of my grandparents, my parents, and some woman I’d never met. A tall woman with long legs that extended out from under a pair of white shorts. High heeled, strappy sandals ended those long legs, and when I got up to her face, I found her smiling at me. She got up and came right to us. “You must be the happy new couple.”
I shook her hand as she gazed at me. “We are them. Mr. and Mrs. Simmons. I’m Jett, she’
