Kayla laughed then.
Not loudly.
Not cruelly enough that anyone across the room could accuse her of being cruel.
Just a quick laugh designed to place him beneath her.
“Okay,” she said, folding her arms. “I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt for about ten more seconds because maybe this is some weird prank one of Trent’s college friends set up. But nothing about you says you belong here.”
He did not flinch.
Kayla leaned in slightly.
“Is this a joke? Because he cannot be serious.”
The young man’s eyes moved past her for a moment, toward the dance floor where Kayla’s older sister Priya stood beneath a canopy of white orchids, laughing with her new husband, Trent Hollis.
The bride was glowing.
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