Chapter 74

For me, it almost feels like a death sentence. Those three dresses … they’re all so beautiful. I tried them on one at a time in front of the mirror, desperate for some sign from above that I was making the right choice.

I got nothing.

The universe has left me completely and utterly on my own.

“You know,” Zayd starts, exhaling sharply. “You should pick Creed or Tristan tonight.” My eyes snap up to his, and I see this broken indecision in his green eyes. He looks pained as he turns to me. “Whichever one of those assholes you don’t pick, they’re going to get butt hurt and storm off. But, uh,” Zayd exhales and runs his fingers through his hair, “I’ll stick around. I don’t care who you pick, Marnye.”

A small smile teases over my lips as I fit my fingers through Zayd’s. He seems surprised, that I’m touching him that way.

“Liar,” I say, and I lean my head onto his shoulder. That’s the first time he’s ever called me Marnye. Seriously, first freaking time. And I