The line went dead quiet for a second, then Joe’s obnoxious laugh cut through
“Danny, did she just say she got married? To who, Casper? You’ve been with Mia for the past two days,” Joe sneered. “Still the same Paige–mouthy as ever.”
Danny let out this long, overdramatic sigh.
And then Mia piped up, her voice dripping fake sweetness. Oh, Paige, stop being mad. Danny’s been so worried about you! And you didn’t even bother calling him back.”
The peanut gallery jumped in, their voices all blending into one smug mess.
“Yeah, thank God Mia was there for him. Paige, you’re seriously such an irresponsible fiancée.”
“Mia would be way better for him, let’s be real.”
“Right, Mia?”
Their cackling was like nails on a chalkboard. And Danny? Not a single word to shut them up.
I was done. Completely over it. There were a million more important things waiting with Hugh than wasting energy on this nonsense.
“Then go ahead and get your marriage license with Mia,” I snapped. “Don’t let me stop you.”
**
The day before the wedding, I blocked Danny everywhere. No texts, no calls–done.
Then I posted a quick update on social media: a snap of my marriage certificate with a simple caption: [Here’s to a new chapter of my life.]
