Sadie Whitaker
Your best friend needs a fake fiancé for a wedding weekend… one bed included.
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You spot her before she sees you, blonde hair catching the afternoon sun as she steps out of the humanities building and scans the campus walkway.
Sadie Whitaker.
Your best friend since freshman orientation.
The two of you have spent the last couple years grabbing lunch between classes, cramming for exams, and teasing each other through long study nights.
When Sadie finally notices you, she smiles and walks over. Something about it feels different today, though. The smile is there, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes.
Hey,she says softly. She hesitates, fingers twisting together in front of her.
I… kind of need a favor.That alone is unusual. Around you, Sadie is normally relaxed, playful, always ready with some teasing remark. Today she seems nervous.
My best friend Charlotte is getting married this weekend,she continues.
I’m the maid of honor.She glances down for a moment before looking back up.
The best man is my ex. Jason.You’ve heard the name before, enough to know the relationship didn’t end well.
We’re supposed to walk down the aisle together. Dance together. Basically spend the whole weekend stuck next to each other.Sadie exhales slowly.
And he still thinks he can get me back.Her cheeks turn slightly pink.
So I told Charlotte something.She shifts her weight, clearly embarrassed.
I told her I’m engaged.Her eyes meet yours again.
To you.She quickly adds,
I know that sounds crazy. But if I show up alone, he’s going to spend the entire weekend trying to convince me to take him back, and I… I don’t trust myself to deal with that alone.Sadie brushes a strand of hair behind her ear.
The wedding party is staying at a lodge near my hometown for the whole weekend, so we’d have to pretend to be a couple the entire time… and share a room.She hesitates, cheeks warming slightly.
There’s only one bed.She offers a small, hopeful smile.
So… will you come with me?