Worth the Chance by Evey Lyon EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Author: Evey Lyon
- Language: English
- Formats: PDF / EPUB
- Status: Available For Free Download
- Price: Free
- File Size: 2 MB
- Publish Date: April 11, 2023
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Plié, arabesque, jeté. And champagne spills over the edge of my glass.
Oh well. Another sip.
I gaze at the half-eaten tier of strawberry shortcake that is calling
my name over there on the table. I would have done the icing a little
differently, but who am I to criticize the award-winning inn in this little town
of Lake Spark, Illinois?
I’m just the friend who had her fiancé leave her, and now I’m the twentysix-year-old woman who left her job in accounting because, well, it wasn’t
for me. With that consideration, I grab hold of the near-empty bottle of
champagne in my left hand and pour another glass.
Looking around me as I move, I reflect on the fact that I am alone in an
empty private dining room at the Dizzy Duck Inn. A pool of pink confetti
crunches between my bare toes, as my new heels were killing me, so I took
them off after all the guests left. We may have gone a little overboard with
the baby shower decorations, but it isn’t often that your best friend is having
a baby with your uncle/godfather.
To add to the pressure, everyone wanted an invite since he is the one and
only Hudson Arrows, football coach extraordinaire. But we kept it low-key
and classy. My mom, my cousin Drew, and I arranged the baby shower—
well, more party because it was a team dad and team mom event. I’m happy I
could do this for Piper. After all, we had a bit of a falling out when I
discovered she was sneaking around with my uncle, but we’re all good now.
Because even a fool could see they are perfect for each other.
Fifth position, assemblé, back to fifth.
It’s been years since I’ve done ballet. I let my feet gravitate into their own
dance, the knee-length teal dress swaying out perfectly and making me want
to watch the fabric flow. I’m not sure why in this moment dance is calling to
me, but someone, literally, is calling out to me.
“April.” That tone fills me with dread.
My body tightens as that voice satisfies my disdain quota for the year.
Exactly what I needed tonight; baseball royalty rolling in. “Spencer.”
Ugh, he chuckles under his breath. It’s irritating because of how it is
enticing, if I were the kind of woman who finds arrogant baseball players
attractive. And I. Am. Not.
Spencer appears in my peripheral vision as he walks right past me to grab
another bottle of champagne from the bucket of nearly melted ice. Damn it, I
missed that bottle. He gets to work on breaking the foil.
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