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my nose and curse internally at this turn of events. They're related , for fuck's sake. "Oh, my God," she whispers shakily, "your girlfriend is my cousin. I can't believe this."
    Neither can I, but when I see two limos pulling up to the curb, I know this isn't the time to dwell on that.
    "We'll talk about this later, all right?" I look over Kayla's shoulder as the wedding party exits the cars.
    "Hang on." She grasps my arm and gives me a pleading look. "You haven't spoken to her yet, have you?" My brows furrow. "You can't. Don’t—" she shakes her head quickly and purses her lips "—don’t break up with her."
    I nearly choke on saliva. "Excuse me?"
    She blows out a frustrated breath and looks behind her before facing me again. "She hates me. If you end things with her, and I'm the reason…" A dark, shaky chuckle escapes her. "I'm already the black sheep of the family." At my confused expression, she goes on. "Long story short: my mom and dad died when I was thirteen; Amanda and Amber's parents took me in. From the start, those two loathed me. I-I can't get into all that now, but let's just say I wasn’t the perfect little girl—I didn’t fit into their family." I arch a brow, finding the irony a bit entertaining, no matter how ill-timed it is. Perfect little girl . To me, that’s exactly what she is. "I only see them a couple times a year, and that’s mainly 'cause I get along just fine with a few of our cousins and aunts and uncles." She actually looks close to panic. "I didn’t even want to be here today, but Aunt Mary insisted." She's referring to Amanda's mother. "I'm lucky I got out of the rehearsal dinner, really." Now she's rambling like she did yesterday, something I find incredibly endearing. Though, it's time to cut her off. Amanda has already spotted us.
    "Quiet , sweet girl," I urge her softly. "Amanda's coming over." And she doesn’t look happy.
    Kayla stiffens but manages to plaster a smile on her face as that almost ex-girlfriend of mine reaches us.
    "I see you've a lready met my Nick," Amanda drawls and slips her arm around my waist. Her other hand slides up my chest, which I can't say I appreciate. "Long time no see, Drifter." She smirks condescendingly, causing me to frown. I have never seen an ounce of maliciousness in her before today. "I'm surprised you made it."
    Next to Amanda, Kayla suddenly appears to be tiny—so much shorter than she already is. This isn't the type of vulnerability I like. Kayla is honestly intimidated by her cousin.
    "Hello, Amanda," she mumbles, wringing her hands awkwardly. "It was a beautiful wedding."
    "I know," Amanda sighs. Then she faces me with a bright smile. "How about we go inside, handsome? I want to have a drink with you before we split up again." Right. We're not at the same table. She's seated with the wedding party, and I will be a couple tables away with the other bridesmaids' and groomsmen's spouses. "Oh, and I must introduce you to my parents. They're dying to meet you."
    Before I can get a word in edgewise, she's already dragging me along. I do manage to send Kayla a pointed look that says this isn't over, and then I pull away from Amanda a little and follow her into what can only be described as a ballroom. It's straight out of an overblown fairy tale with billowy fabrics, chandeliers, and a pompous interior in gold, beige, and white. Round tables are scattered around the dance floor, the finest china and silverware practically sparkling on expensive-looking cloths.
    "Why do you insist on this?" I grit out quietly as we walk across the floor. Straight ahead, I can see an older couple, and judging by the way Amanda looks at them, I'd say they're her parents. "You know exactly what I want to talk to you about."
    "Stop it," she hisses. "Don’t make me look like a fool tonight." She glares at me, our pace slowing until we come to a complete stop in the middle of the dance flo or. "My entire family is here, Nick. I don’t see them very often. Now my