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“He does look like him, doesn’t he?”
Isabel nodded. “And by the way …” She paused, and before I could
dodge it or be prepared for it, she tugged at my ponytail. A little too hard.
“Hey!” I grabbed my hair and moved out of the trajectory of other
possible attacks. “What the hell was that for, bridezilla?!”
“Don’t be a baby; you deserved it. How dare you keep that”—Isabel
pointed at Aaron, making me smack her hand down—“hidden from me!”
“Isabel,” I warned.
She went on, ignoring me and waving her index finger in my fake
boyfriend’s direction, “When my sister starts dating someone, I expect a full
report. Vivid descriptions, photos, videos, oil paintings—I don’t care. Even
those dick pics I mentioned, which you never sent.”
“Isabel.” I lowered my voice. “Shut up. He will hear you.”
We were only a few feet away from the group.
She cocked an eyebrow and then tilted her head slowly.
Dammit.
“He is dating you. What’s the big deal with him hearing you talk about it
with your sister? You’ve seen his penis. We are allowed to discuss it.” She
rolled her eyes. “Actually, I think we are expected to do that. I’m sure he’s
talked to his friends about your bubbies.”
I cursed under my breath.
She stared at me, inspecting my reaction.
I looked nervously in Aaron’s direction. Our gazes met. Those blue eyes,
which always seemed to find me, held mine for a long moment.
Jesus, did he hear that?
Shaking my head very lightly, I returned my gaze back to my sister.
“You know,” she said, shrugging her shoulders, “you only mentioned him
a couple of times, so I was convinced it wasn’t that serious. But I’m not so
sure of that anymore.”
“What do you mean?” My heart sped up as I feared what she might say.
We had barely had any time to act all snuggly and lovey-dovey or
however a boyfriend and girlfriend were supposed to behave. All the
Wedding Cup shenanigans had consumed all our time and energy.
“Well, for one, he’s here,” Isabel pointed out. “You bringing him home—
to meet Mamá and Papá and basically the entire town—tells me that he’s not
just anyone. There must be something special about him. You wouldn’t bring
someone you were casually seeing or dating. Not even if they looked like