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invitation is in my name.”
    Reagan ignored her, tilting her head in the same haughty manner Lucille often did. With her swarthy Italian complexion and catlike brown eyes, she pulled off regal princess much better than her mother did. What the hell had gotten into her?
    “I don’t think that would be possible,” Lucille said. “There are some things that are just rude. And crashing a party without the person the invitation was addressed to is one of them.”
    “Oh,” Reagan said. “There are some things that are just rude.” Finally, she turned her brown, fierce gaze on Cynthia, her dark lips pursed. “Like, for example, sleeping with your stepsister’s date.”
    Oops.

Chapter 3
    Men to Set Reagan Up With

    1.)Robin Loxley, hacker and owner of the coworking space and Merrymen Security. Maybe too nerdy, but definitely arrogant and attractive enough. And someone has to take him down a peg.
    2.)Mysterious phantom of the New York Opera. Rumors say he is hot. Rumors also say he probably doesn’t exist and if he does, he is possibly a murderer and/or blackmailer. So… perfect for Reagan.
    3.)Either Beau, Jo, or Jax from the Three Bears Moving company. Can never tell them apart.
    4.)Dr. Henry P. Malion. Snooty guy from Lion Linguistics. Again, hot. Major stick up his butt though.
    C ynthia’s whole face scrunched in apology. Donovan—that had been the doofus’s name. More memories of last night’s alcohol-fueled haze followed.
    She had brought Reagan to the Tavern, a hot new bar with communal tables hewn from reclaimed wood and drinks served in mason jars, with the intent of setting her up with Donovan. Unfortunately, as the night wore on, Reagan’s sharp wit had eaten Donovan for lunch. The poor lunk had practically fallen into Cynthia’s arms, seeking someone to kiss his battered ego and make it better.
    Cynthia, like a fool, had brought him home, assuming that Reagan would rather have no one than an idiot. A sentiment her stepsister had often repeated loudly on their morning brunches.
    “Oh,” Lucille said, scandalized. If the fluttering of her over-mascaraed eyelashes was anything to go by though, she was actually secretly pleased. “I see. Yes.”
    Cynthia tried to mime an apology, but Reagan’s expression was as stony as the garish granite countertops. She decided to focus on Lucille instead. “You won’t be able to get into the party without me. You’d be thrown out.”
    Lucille frowned.
    Reagan ignored them both. She had brought out her sleek Samsung Galaxy and was tapping away at the screen. Lucille raised her over-plucked eyebrows, clearly about to admonish her for bringing a phone to the table, when it began to ring, the ringtone buzzing harshly in miniature speakers.
    A woman picked up. “Reagan?”
    “Hi, Rose,” Reagan cooed. “You’re still working for Mr. West, right?”
    “Yeah,” Rose said. “Why?”
    “I just wanted to let you know there’s been a mix-up. He sent tickets to Cynthia Cinders at our address instead of Christine and Reagan Miller. Not a terrible problem, but obviously, we don’t want to make a scene about it at the party.”
    “Oh my gosh, of course,” Rose said. “Should I have a courier send you over the correct ones or…?”
    “No,” Reagan said breezily, shooting a toothy smile at Cynthia. “We’ll just get them at the door . ”
    “Great,” Rose paused, “and uh, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t let Mr. West know about the mix-up. I’ve already messed up enough and if—”
    “Oh no,” Reagan said, a hand fluttering to her chest with high-drama sarcasm. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
    “Oh my gosh, thank you so—”
    Reagan hung up before Rose could add an extra so and folded her hands on the table triumphantly. “I think that settles it.”
    Lucille looked uncomfortable; surely, in her ideal world, Cynthia would’ve simply never been invited to the party at all. Still, after a moment, she shrugged and said. “Well then, I suppose it