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Rex pushes back his chair. “I’ll handle the food. And I’ll make sure nobody in town turns it into a spectacle.”

I nod once and look down the hallway again.

She’s in there thinking her life just exploded.

At the drive-in, we’ll show her it hasn’t.

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

June

I have spent the last three weeks pretending I’m a person who can function normally after discovering she’s pregnant, vaguely in love with three men, and maybe being emotionally stalked by her ex.

Turns out, pretending takes a lot of energy.

It’s now Saturday evening, and I’m standing in my room staring at my bed like it has personally offended me. Because every item of clothing I own is currently on top of it, and all of it feels like a bad choice.

Too casual.

Too dressy.

Too woman trying to look unaffected while internally screaming.

I pick up a soft green sweater, hold it against myself in the mirror, and immediately reject it. The sweater looks nice. The problem is my face—it looks like someone who’s been having philosophical arguments with her own uterus.

A light tap sounds at my open door.

“You decent?” Millie asks, already poking her head in before I can answer.

“You ask that like I’ve ever been indecent in my life.”

She looks at the mountain of clothes on the bed. “This room says otherwise.”

I sigh and flop down onto the edge of the mattress. “I have nothing to wear.”

“You have seventeen things to wear. You’re just in a spiral.”

“I’m not spiraling.”

She raises one brow.

“I am… aggressively evaluating.”

“Uh huh.”

Millie steps fully into the room, carrying a tote bag and the sort of confidence that should probably be bottled and sold to nervous women everywhere. She sets the bag on my desk chair and starts sorting through my rejected clothes with no respect whatsoever for my process.

“Okay,” she says. “What’s the vibe?”

I stare at her. “The vibe?”

“Yes. Are we aiming for effortless woodland fairy? Hot nanny with emotional complexity? Soft but mysterious? Casual enough for a small-town drive-in, but still capable of making three grown men question their life choices?”

I snort despite myself. “That one.”

“Good. That’s achievable.”

I let my head fall back dramatically. “I don’t know why I’m nervous. It’s just a movie night.”