The Sweetest Fling (A Stupid Cupid Book) by Amber Scott Read Free Book Online Page A

Like a painting. Why had she ever told Oliver about him? About that perfect night. He’d never live up to it. She’d been too honest in that what-if game.
    The images memory painted inflamed her heart. Jace. She didn’t want to spoil the memory.
    What if she’d stayed that morning? What if she’d told Tyler she’d fallen for his brother? What if she’d ruined everything? What if the whole thing was just a drunken, random, scary, absurd ... amazing night?
Who made guys like that, anyway? Sweet and honorable. Sexy and strong.
No one.
She couldn’t let the what-ifs pile up too high. They hurt. They made her wish for things that would never come to be.

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    Chapter Six
     
     
    Ashley was right. The color of the dress did match Millie’s eyes exactly. Espresso, the tag said. Somehow, staring at her reflection, Millie thought this wasn’t exactly a holy color though, eyes brightening or not. But, she’d learned by now not to argue about anything with Ashley, especially when it came to the baby.
    “Why are we picking out a baptism dress at a wedding shop again?”
    Ashley turned around, her wide belly knocking off the other three dresses she’d selected for Millie. “Because, I want everything, and I mean everything, taken care of before Peanut comes. If I don’t have everything done now, it will fall apart at the seams, and I will be too occupied being a mommy to handle the mess.”
    Peanut. It was the baby’s unofficial name until the world found out what Ashley and Lawrence already knew—the name and gender of their little one. Millie bent and picked up the fallen garments, the air squeezing out of her lungs as the dress cinched her ribs.
    “All right,” she said, hoping to placate Ashley. “I just never knew that baptisms were so... formal.” She’d imagined a nice dress, yes, but not what looked like a prom dress. No, not really prom, more of a bridesmaid’s dress, she corrected, catching another glance at herself.
    “I have waited six years for this baby to come. Six , Millie,” Ashley said, her head bobbing in circles behind Jace’s reflection. “And if I want you to wear a wedding dress, or for everyone to wear a wedding dress, then so be it.”
    Millie nodded. “You’re right. It’s lovely. I feel like I’m about to walk down the red carpet, Ashley. I just haven’t been in many wedding dress shops, is all.” Many? Try none. Back in Kiki times, her mom had been on her third marriage, and not a one involved a wedding dress shop. Paris couture, sure. A Maui bikini Luau, most definitely.
    “Who else has to, I mean, gets to dress up with me again?” Millie asked, wondering how her waitress wages would cover the thing.
    If only she could say no to Ashley. She couldn’t. Not if Millie wanted to stay anywhere near her current target, Jace seriously Fletcher. Of all the ironic jokes Karma Court had in for her, this might be the funniest. Ha ha.
“Everyone, silly. Friends, family. Besides, you like clothes.”
True enough. Millie missed having four walk in closets worth of one of a kind couture. Badly. Especially right now.
“Is it over yet?” Jace called from outside the dressing rooms.
    Wow. That man really couldn’t stand her. At first, she’d hoped he couldn’t stand all women. She even went on an all-expenses-paid guilt trip over it, blaming her mistake six years ago. Now, though, Millie was decided. Jace just hated her.
    “Don’t rush a pregnant woman, Jace,” Ashley called, taking Millie’s bust and shoving it upward. “Millie, you deserve to look amazing. AJ needs to see what he’s missing out on.”
    Millie rolled her eyes but smiled. “Why aren’t we looking for this exact dress online?”
    “Because there’d be no fittings. Trust me. I thought of it already.”
    Millie didn’t doubt it. Ashley had gone from treating Millie with ice gloves to melting with her after they accidentally bonded over owning the same animal-print Snuggies. For once, her matchmaking