Now I’m confused. Aren’t they talking about Emma? Cora is the one wearing red. Oh…
“And the way she is flirting with everyone. She was a whore in high school, and she is a whore now.”
My blood boils hearing that. I’ve been watching Cora turn guys away all afternoon. And I don’t like that word. I head for the door, about to stop this bullshit until a new voice gives me pause.
“Why am I not surprised you lied to my sister about wanting her here?”
Franny and the other woman go quiet. I’d recognize that sassy tone anywhere.
“Nice ceremony, by the way. It’s a shame your ugly words don’t match the beauty out there.”
Franny is spluttering. My brother’s new wife doesn’t deserve to be spoken to like that on her wedding day, even if it sounds like these two have history.
Everyone is shocked when I step out of the room. Cora is standing a good ten feet away, leaning one shoulder against the wall, casual as fuck. Funny how it’s Franny’s face turning bright red.
“Ronan, could you get security? This guest was just leaving.”
Cora smirks. She looks at me, then back to my new sister-in-law. “Why would I want to leave now, we haven’t even got to the dancing yet.”
“What’s going on?” I ask, looking between the two women.
“Emma told me you guys had a talk and worked things out. It’s all water under the bridge and everyone is friends…again,” she adds the last part as if it is the furthest thing from the truth.
“Francesca, let’s go back outside.” The bridesmaid tugs her arm. “Everyone will be looking for you.”
Franny looks even more annoyed and flustered, but she brushes it off and smiles. “You’re right. Both of you.” She gives Cora a smile that is anything but friendly. “So good to see you again.”
“Likewise.”
The two women give Cora a wide berth as they pass her. Cora follows them with her eyes but never turns her head.
We’re left standing in the hallway facing one another.
“You want to tell me what’s going on between you and Franny?”
Her eyes widen, then she busts up laughing. I’ve no idea what to make of this woman. Her laughter slows, and she takes a couple of deep breaths.
“I dare you to call her Franny to her face.”
“What will I get if I do?”
Now she’s intrigued. “What do you want?”
Don’t tempt me. What I’m thinking would be wrong to ask for. “How about your number?”
“Oh, Mr. Rockstar, you can do so much better than that.”
I’m left watching her walk away. Again. Who the hell is this woman? And how bad would it be for me to take her side over Franny’s? Damn, I can’t do it. I can’t call herthatwhen it’s obvious she won’t like it. Although no one has told me not to.
“Ronan?” Diego appears at the end of the hall. If he saw any of the women, he doesn’t let on. “It’s time for the dinner and speeches. Everyone’s looking for you.”
“My bad. I’m right behind you, bro.”
cora
. . .
Emmais having a great time,laughing with our table mates, then on the dance floor with Diego. It brings me joy to see her happy. And I need all the joy I can get after what I overheard inside earlier. I should have known that bitch didn’t mean it when she apologized.
