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Together, we began walking toward one another, a light, classical rock song playing through the speakers as we regrouped.
“Whose wedding is this again?” Mylee whispered, looking behind her.
I snorted as the other two snickered.
“Your guess is as good as mine,” I replied.
“It’s Damon Hillier’s daughter,” Lincoln scolded us, and I shrugged.
“I have no idea who the hell that is,” I admitted.
“He’s our head of IT,” Kai scolded me with a frown.
I shrugged again. “Was it really necessary for us to attend?”
Kai grimaced. “I mean, we did put in an appearance at the ceremony,” he conceded slowly, eyeing Mylee for confirmation. “Do we have to stay for the reception?”
Lincoln sighed deeply, and Mylee leaned in conspiratorially. “I think I have a better idea.”
“Of course you do,” I laughed, drawing closer. “What is it?”
“There are swan boats out by the dock,” she said in a low voice. “Let’s go for a ride.”
Lincoln appeared appalled by the idea, but I was in.
“Where?” I challenged, and Mylee waved a hand, gesturing toward the massive ballroom.
“You guys…” Lincoln grumbled, but he and Kai followed us through the overflowing hall, where no one would notice us missing anyway and out through the terrace doors.
The lake behind the country club shimmered in the moonlight as we snuck down toward the docks, and I quickly saw that Mylee had been right about the swan boats.
“Really?” Kai demanded. “You want to go out on these?”
“Why not?” Mylee replied, kicking off her heels and padding toward the watercrafts. “When was the last time you did anything spontaneous, Kai?”
“Yeah, Kai,” I taunted on Mylee’s heels.
“What if we get caught?” Kai complained.
I whooped as Mylee dragged one of the vessels into the water.
“What are they going to do? Arrest us for taking swan boats for a joyride?” I demanded. “Stop being such a killjoy, Kai.”
He looked at Lincoln, who shrugged, and the four of us piled into the swan boat as Mylee grinned happily.
My heart stopped for a second as the moonbeams bounced off her face, and I caught the sheen of her black mane against the star-spangled night on the backdrop.
“See?” Mylee teased, catching my eye. “This is much more fun than a stuffy, twenty-course wedding.”
“Seriously,” I conceded. “Why surf, turf, and chicken?”
“New money,” Lincoln explained. “They have to overdo everything.”
“We’re new money,” Kai reminded him dryly.
“Speak for yourselves,” I countered. They snickered as Mylee pedaled the boat slowly, listening. “My family’s money is old and very, very crusty.”
Mylee glanced at me. “What’s that like?”
