I want to drop my face into my hands, or, even better, crawl under the table and hide, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to do anything that even resembles looking like I’m as affected by A.J.’s presence as I actually am. Though I’m not dancing, my face hurts from all the fake smiling I’ve been doing, especially after Kat came by to apologize for A.J.’s surprise guest. Apparently she and Nico didn’t know what the rest of the band knew, and they’re livid about not only his cruel stunt, but the fact that nobody had the balls to tell them about it.
I told her if that’s the worst thing that happens tonight, she should count her blessings. At the last wedding I attended, a drunk guest fell onto the dessert table and destroyed the bride and groom’s five-thousand-dollar wedding cake.
“I’m going t
