Chapter Sixteen
I made sure I was all smiles when I sent Allan home the next morning. He didn’t seem nearly so chipper, and all my worries of the day before came flooding back. However, I pretended to misunderstand the somewhat grim air he wore, and said, “Everything is totally under control. I’ll be seeing Marcelle and Tori later today, and then I’ll be over around four to help with all the last-minute stuff. The party is going to be a raging success.”
He perked up a little at those words. “I think so. Of course, I can’t wait to see everything set up — that’s when it will all come together.”
“It’s going to be spectacular,” I assured him. “Now, go on. I’ve got a bunch of stuff to do, but I’ll see you later.”
His hand brushed a lock of hair away from my face, even as he bent and kissed
