Spencer:
When I woke to my phone ringing at 5 am on a Sunday—my only day off—it was safe to say I wasn’t impressed. Glancing down at the screen and seeing it was my mother, I answered the call with an abrupt, “Somebody better be dead.”
“After the relationship status you were tagged in on Facebook, no less, I very well could be,” was her reply.
Relationship status?
With who?
I immediately clicked on the app, only to find it was true.
Delilah St. James had one of those faces that was hard to forget, and I knew I’d never laid eyes on this pretty blonde with beautiful blue eyes before.
I could’ve let my assistant, my PR company, or my lawyer deal with it, but against my better judgment, I clicked on the messenger app.
“Do I know you?” I typed.
Delilah:
When my sister decided to post photos of her—on what was supposed to be my honeymoon—with my ex-fiancé on social media, I did something reckless and impulsive. I tagged her long-time crush, Spencer Prescott, in a fake relationship post.
The last thing I expected was for him to reach out.
I apologised profusely and told him I’d take it down immediately, briefly explaining why I had done it, and he replied with something unexpected.
“Leave it up, what can it hurt?”
Minutes later, I got a friend request from his mother … immediately inviting me to brunch. I only agreed to go, so I could tell her the truth to her face.
What happened next was a domino effect that would change the course of all our lives.
When I woke to my phone ringing at 5 am on a Sunday—my only day off—it was safe to say I wasn’t impressed. Glancing down at the screen and seeing it was my mother, I answered the call with an abrupt, “Somebody better be dead.”
“After the relationship status you were tagged in on Facebook, no less, I very well could be,” was her reply.
Relationship status?
With who?
I immediately clicked on the app, only to find it was true.
Delilah St. James had one of those faces that was hard to forget, and I knew I’d never laid eyes on this pretty blonde with beautiful blue eyes before.
I could’ve let my assistant, my PR company, or my lawyer deal with it, but against my better judgment, I clicked on the messenger app.
“Do I know you?” I typed.
Delilah:
When my sister decided to post photos of her—on what was supposed to be my honeymoon—with my ex-fiancé on social media, I did something reckless and impulsive. I tagged her long-time crush, Spencer Prescott, in a fake relationship post.
The last thing I expected was for him to reach out.
I apologised profusely and told him I’d take it down immediately, briefly explaining why I had done it, and he replied with something unexpected.
“Leave it up, what can it hurt?”
Minutes later, I got a friend request from his mother … immediately inviting me to brunch. I only agreed to go, so I could tell her the truth to her face.
What happened next was a domino effect that would change the course of all our lives.