Chapter 6: You’re So Stupid, Nathan
VANESSA BELMONT
Was he serious about kissing me? Oh, ha, ha. No way. Also, why did I care? I would not enter that circular hell because I knew what was coming. I didn’t have to justify myself to Nate because it didn’t matter what I said or did. He never believed me. The bond between him and his childhood sweetheart was too strong.
The metal door squealed as it opened and Fiona popped inside. "Oh. I’m so sorry. I didn’t know you were with your fiancée, Nathan."
"Yes, you did." I pushed out of Nate’s arms. "Don’t worry. I’m leaving."
Fiona floated past me and grabbed the sleeve of Nate’s jacket. "I’m not feeling well," she said. "I haven’t been able to eat a bite and I feel dizzy." She stumbled and Nate wrapped his arm around her waist. She glanced at me, triumph in her pale blue eyes.
Whatever, Fiona. I don’t give a crap anymore. I looked at Nate with raised brows and lifted three fingers to indicate my earlier prediction. "You should probably take Fiona home and stay with her."
"You want to cancel the engagement banquet?" asked Nathan, lifting an eyebrow.
"Yes," I said.
"Not happening. After dinner, we’re taking the stage and exchanging rings."
"If you say so." I adjusted my necklace and flipped my hair back. "I’m going to eat all the hor d’oeuvres I can find."
Because I’m a masochist (and also petty), I tapped my bottom lip and watched Nate’s gaze drop to my mouth. "I hope they have fruit. I’m really craving cherries."