Her sister, though, didn’t notice Thea’s shock. She just took her compact mirror back and dropped it into the borrowed designer clutch she was carrying.

Then the DJ started a Prince song that had part of a social media dance craze that had even made it to Thea’s dinosaur side of things and called the bride and the bridesmaids to the center of the dance floor.

The song was blaring over the speakers, but Thea stayed frozen to the spot, watching her sister and the other bridesmaids managing to all be half a beat off while doing the synchronized dance moves as the cameras caught every second of it.

She just kept hearing Jackie’s words over and over again in her head.

The producers insisted.

If there had been a chair anywhere near, Thea would have crumbled into it. Sure, she and Jackie had their issues, but they were sisters. That was a sacred bond, one that lasted through thick and thin, through good times and bad, through sickness and in health. But it wasn’t enough for Jackie to want her to be a part of one of the biggest days in her life?

Oh, that hurt. Badly. It was the kind of jagged pain that caught her off guard and hit a secret sensitive spot so vulnerable she hadn’t even known it was there.

Desperate for a way out of the reception before the shock had worn off and she did something horrible like break into tears where the cameras could spot her, Thea’s gaze landed on Kade, the man Jackie was dead set on none of her bridesmaids fucking.

And that was the very moment when a lightbulb blazed to life. Fuck flight. She was going to channel all of this embarrassment and hurt into a fight response—and she was going to fight dirty.

She was going to have sex with the one man here that her sister hated the most.

Tonight.

Probably on top of that hideous bridesmaid dress. And she’d maybe even let him spank her with that damn pink parasol—or better yet, maybe feisty Thea would spank him! It was going to be a glorious anger bang with a guy she’d never ever see again and who seemed like the kind to deliver on multiple orgasms—which she’d be able to remind her sister of for the next forever. She’d tell Jackie just how damn good that salt-and-pepper beard hand felt against the inside of her thighs. And the thing he’d do with his tongue? All of that, she’d tell her sister all of that every Thanksgiving in graphic detail as her sister passed the sausage and cornbread stuffing.

There would be details! So. Many. Details.

Remember how you said you didn’t want any of your bridesmaids to fuck Kade?

Remember how you didn’t even want me as a bridesmaid?

And yet I was and I did. Oops!