“I’m glad you like her. I think Asher is starting to come around.”

“I wouldn’t worry about Asher, Dad. He’s more than coming around.” I let out a small laugh. His brows come together. “He’s staying longer,” I quickly add before he can press the issue.

“He is? I thought he was leaving tonight.”

“Nope, we’re stuck with him for a bit longer.” That makes my father smile more.

“There are a lot of young suitors here giving you an awful lot of attention.”

“I don’t want their attention.”

“You know, Emily, if there is something you need to tell me, I want you to know I’m okay with whatever choices you make in your life. You’ll always be my daughter.” Oh God. Does he know about Chase? If he does, he seems okay with it. “If you’re interested in other girls, then you should pursue that.” I snort a laugh. That was so not the direction I thought he was going in.

“Dad, I love you. I’m not a lesbian, but thank you for letting me know whatever choice I make in life you’ll be at my side.”

“Always.” He gives me another kiss on the cheek.

“Go get your wife. There’s a suit over there talking to her.” I point my thumb over to where Grace is standing. My dad spins around so quickly I burst into laughter. She’s actually talking to three other women.

“That was mean.”

“It was a little fun,” I tease him. He shakes his head, making his way over toward Grace. I glance around the room and catch sight of my brother manhandling Molly out of the ballroom. The Score men really do go from zero to a hundred in three seconds. I was sure I’d never see the day my brother would fall for a woman. Let alone one I’m pretty sure he had plans to destroy until he laid eyes on her.

“You’re dating Chase Silverstein!” Tamra pops up from out of nowhere.

“No.”

“That’s not what we heard,” Gia adds. A group of girls start to surround me. The hell is going on here? Why would all these people suddenly think I’m dating Chase? Then it hits me: word must have gotten around that I left with him from the party.

“He told the Hancock sisters you and him are a thing.” I wasn’t expecting that, and for some reason, it both thrills and annoys me at the same time.

“We’re not a thing.” I roll my eyes. Does sharing orgasms count as a thing? If I go off this group of girls, the answer is no.

“Then why would he say that?” Bailey asks next.

“What is happening here? Why does everyone even care?” This is way bigger than it should be.

“Because he’s promised to someone already.”