He whispers, "PDA clause. Relax, Sunshine. I'm not going to try to come in you with my family around."

I gape at him.

Did he just say that in front of his whole family?

No, he whispered it.

Nobody heard.

He's so dirty.

Why do I like the fact that he talks so filthy?

Arrogance washes over him, and he gives me a challenging look as if he knows I like his perverted remarks.

Am I a pervert?

He kisses me below the ear, then tugs me even closer.

I try to relax and smile at his family. They're all giving us approving smiles, as if they're happy I'm in love with Sebastian.

No, no, no! I'm not in love with him.

He's definitely not in love with me.

He doesn't even believe in love. My heart dives at the truth.

How can we pretend to do this so well that we're actually fooling them?

This is so wrong. They're such nice people.

Paisley snaps her fingers, tearing me out of my guilt trip. "The college courtyard. That would be a great place. Georgia, you would love it. It's beautiful."

"You'll have to make an extra donation to get them to agree, Sebastian," Evelyn says.

Willow adds, "The Baxters had to pay half a million dollars, and they still had some things wrong with their day."

"Well, we don't want things going wrong," Ruby claims.

"Half a million dollars!" I exclaim.

Willow shrugs. "Yeah, it's not a big deal, Georgia. Don't worry about it. That's cheaper than what Sebastian was going to pay for a lot of his previous weddings."

Sebastian snarls, "Seriously? You're going to bring those up while I'm planning my wedding with my future wife?"

She cringes, offering, "Sorry."

I put my hand over Sebastian's, squeeze it, and interject, "That doesn't sound like a very good place. Let's skip that one."

Ava exclaims, "Oh my gosh! The Spiegel mansion! It's so amazing, especially at Christmas. You'll love it, Georgia."

"Plus, it has that huge ballroom," Ruby points out.

Sebastian shakes his head and closes his eyes. His body stiffens.

"What's wrong?" I quietly ask.

He locks his blues on mine, questioning, "I thought you wanted simple."

"I do."

"Does simple include a thousand guests?"

My mouth hangs open. I finally mutter, "A thousand? Are you serious?"

His face hardens. "Yeah. That's what it'll be like. Is that what you want?"

"No!" I declare, the thought of that many people making my stomach flip.

Relief washes over him. "Then the Spiegel mansion's not right. Just trust me on this."

"I trust you," I say, without even thinking about it.

Do I trust him?

No, I definitely don't trust him.

But a part of me does.

He turns toward his family and asserts, "We aren't inviting a ton of guests. It's going to be family and some close friends only."

"That'll be hard to whittle down. People will get offended," Ruby frets.