Fighting for My Best Friend (Fated #4) by Hazel Kelly Read Free Book Online

the door they went
through. “He said he would be right back.”
    “I feel so bad for him. I knew she was crazy, but I didn’t think
she was crazy enough to crash my wedding.”
    “Don’t worry,” I said. “Aiden’s going to take care of it.”
    “I mean, I guess she can stay if she wants, but-”
    “I’m pretty sure that’s not gonna happen,” I said.
    “Is everything okay?” Mrs. Briggs said out of nowhere.
    “Everything’s fine.” I stood up and looked back and forth
between Claire and her Mom.
    “Did you invite her?” she asked Claire.
    “No,” she said. “And I assumed Aiden uninvited her when they
broke up but-”
    “Relax,” I said. “He probably just forgot to clarify that their
breaking up meant he didn’t want her here.”
    “She is a model,” Nancy said.
    “Aiden told me she wasn’t the brightest,” Claire added.
    “Why don’t you two go back to having a good time? That’s what
Aiden would want.”
    “Don’t you think we should check on him?” Nancy asked. “Make
sure he’s okay?”
    “I’m sure he’s fine,” I said. “If it will make you feel better,
I’ll check on him.”
    Claire nodded.
    “You’ll come get us if he needs anything?” Nancy asked.
    “Of course.”
    I downed the rest of my wine and headed off through the doors,
looking over my shoulder only once. They were both still standing together at
the table and looking in my direction. Mrs. Briggs gave me a little wave.
    Fuck. The last thing I wanted to do was interrupt one of Aiden
and Chelsea’s domestics. Worse of all, her showing up was just a reminder of my
recent infidelity to him, and I actually thought we were making progress
getting away from that.
    When I reached the corridor, I froze in my nude shoes. The
hallway was as long as a swimming pool, lined on each side by more conference
room doors than I could see from the top of the hall.
    “Drink miss?” A man with a silver tray asked.
    “Please.”
    “Are you alright?” he asked.
    “Yes, thank you.”
    “Would you like me to grab you a chair?”
    “No,” I said. “I’m not as drunk as I look. I’m just not used to
walking in heels.”
    “You don’t look drunk, miss. I was merely being polite.”
    “Thanks.”
    He took one step away and-
    “Wait,” I said. “Would it be terrible of me to finish this
really quick and take another?”
    He smiled. “Not at all. It would be more terrible to deny
yourself.”
    “Thank you for your understanding,” I said, finishing my drink
and swapping it for a full glass of champagne.
    “Of course.” He nodded. “See you around.”
    “I hope so,” I said, feeling slightly bloated from the fizzy
bubbles in my stomach. I took a few steps down the hallway and covered my
mouth, guessing I was about one burp away from feeling fabulous.
    But then I remembered what I was doing. Looking for Aiden and
not looking for Aiden at the same time. Why didn’t I just let his Mother go
after him? She was much scarier than I was, at least where Chelsea was
concerned.
    I looked back towards the reception hall and then down the hallway
again. I wasn’t exactly sure what I was doing. I guess I was just trying to locate
him well enough that I could make sure his family gave him space without
getting so close it seemed like I was interfering.
    I certainly had no intention of eavesdropping when I set off
down the hall. Unfortunately, the only way I could detect if they were behind a
given door was to listen quietly outside it, glass in hand as I stalled outside
each one.
    At times, I forgot I was wearing a bright yellow dress and
actually felt like I was being a decent sleuth. Of course, then I’d look down
and be grateful that no one else knew what a fool I was being. I stepped up to
another door and held my breath. Nothing.
    Nothing after nothing after nothing. And suddenly, I heard
voices down the hall and walked as lightly as I could towards the noise.
    When I reached the outside of the door, I pursed my lips