Chapter 15

The ride to the reception is long and tense. Dante keeps looking over at me and opening his mouth as if he’s going to say something, but then he just shakes his head and closes it.

This is helped by the fact that I insisted that Emily ride in the car with us. I could justify wanting her to be there to help me with make-up and hair without raising too many eyebrows.

Once we pull up to the restaurant, Dante asks, “Emily could you give us a moment? I really need to talk to Quinn for a second.”

Emily eyes me, trying to figure out what I want. She’ll do whatever, but she needs direction.

Dante seems to sense this and adds, “I won’t try anything, but we need to talk.”

I sigh, but give Emily a nod.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, kids,” she says, smirking as she climbs out of the car.

“Doesn’t leave a whole lot,” I mumble and hear a soft snort of laughter from Dante beside me.

When Emily closes the door, I turn to Dante in the back of the limo and cross my arms. “What? We h