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“What’s Amethyst’s deal?”
“Your guess is as good as mine, Bryson.” I shrugged. The last thing I wanted to do was talk about her.
“I mean, why did she come to your wedding?”
Because she had the audacity. “To tell me that she wanted me back.”
Bryson’s eyes widened like saucers and he shook his head in disbelief. “Well, that’s rich, coming from her.”
Bryson knew all about how Amethyst did me dirty. I would never even have told him we were f**k buddies if he didn’t pry the information out of me after a night of me raging and seething at his apartment because of her.
“Why now?” he asked, deep in thought. “Why is she suddenly appearing four years after the...whatever the f**k you two had?”
“She probably went into hiding.” After she stole from me, she practically vanished off the fa
