Chapter Fourteen
“It’s not real,” said Jan. “We’re faking it.”
“Yeah, right.” Esme was grinning so hard she reminded Jan of the cartoon Grinch’s smile when he was plotting how to steal Christmas from the Whovillians. Or, better yet, the Cheshire Cat’s faceless grin when he was about to make mischief for an unsuspecting Alice.
For the last half hour, Jan had been trying to convince Esme of the truth of the relationship between her and Alex. Unfortunately, her BFF wouldn’t believe it. Really, it was worse. Esme, who’d been fixated on fairytales and myths her whole life, was weaving more to the plot than there was present.
“Essie, we’re doing it so he can get investors for the restaurant we want to build together.”
“Oh, my gosh.” Esme’s eyes practically rolled into the back of her head.
