Chapter Twenty-Five
Oh, no. I ruined it, didn’t I? The drunken texts were too much, and Bella has rightfully flaked on me.
Skunk.
I’ll need to restart the search for a sponsor, though my chances of finding as good of a fit as Bella’s company are almost—
“Are you okay?” Art asks.
Right. Forgot where I am. “Yeah. All good.”
He frowns. “You don’t look ‘all good.’ If someone has upset you, I need to know, so I can—”
“Hello,” a familiar voice says from behind us.
Art turns, and his eyes widen as he takes in Honey in all her biker-gang-inspired attire.
“Told you I have identical sisters,” I say.
“Yeah,” he says, sounding awed. “And to think there are four more of you.”
Honey readjusts her leather jacket. “You’ll see us all at the reception. Speaking of, did you get my RSVP?”
He nods.
