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The Billionaire’s Favorite Mistake (Billionaires and Bridesmaids #4)(2)
Jessica Clare

Maybe she could find the party planner she’d hired. As Gretchen’s wedding planner, she was theoretically in charge of all wedding activities. But since she planned to be, well, occupied during this particular party, she’d hired an outside planner on her own dime so she’d have more time to focus on Mission: Seduce Asher.

The person she was following went into the kitchen. Rats. She’d been following a waiter. Frowning to herself, Greer pushed her heavy black curls off her shoulders and turned around.

“Hey there,” said an unfamiliar male voice at her side.

“Hi,” she said absently, trying to peer around him.

“You here alone? Can I get you a drink?”

Oh. Was he hitting on her? She squinted up at him, not that that did much good. He was a blob with very dark hair and glasses, which meant he wasn’t Asher. “Actually, I’m looking for a friend.”

“Well, if you get tired of him and want to party, come find me.”

“Right, I’ll do that.” She steered away from the black-clothed blob into the midst of the mingling people, trying not to feel weird about the fact that a guy just hit on her. That never happened. She must look smoking-hot tonight. Well, that was nice.

“Greer?” A person in a dark outfit and a colorful scarf approached her from out of the crowd. “Wow, I hardly recognized you!”

That made two of them. Squinting hard, she leaned forward, peering. The woman’s hair was a brownish-blonde and pulled into braids and there was no telling what she was dressed as. But the voice was vaguely familiar. “Taylor?”

“It’s me! You like my costume?” She twirled, which looked like a blur, of course, and nearly crashed into a person walking past. “Sorry,” Taylor mumbled before moving back toward Greer.

“Um, I can’t tell what you are.”

“Oh. Well, I’m a Hogwarts student. Gryffindor. I should really be Hufflepuff but they were out of those at the costume shop.” She patted her scarf. “Which one are you?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never seen Harry Potter. Say, have you seen Asher tonight?”

Taylor’s shocked gasp echoed in the room. “Not seen Harry Potter! Did you not even read the books? How can you not have read the freaking books?”

“I don’t know?” Taylor sure was being loud. But at least she was here, and she could guide Greer around the room, because being without glasses? It was rougher than she’d anticipated. Greer reached out and grabbed Taylor’s arm. “Can you help me out? I can’t find anyone at this party.”

“It is pretty crowded,” Taylor said sympathetically. “I’d rather be home playing Warcraft or Excelsior, but what can you do, right?” She linked her arm with Greer’s. “You look great without the glasses.”

“Thanks.” Sure, she was blind, but you suffered for greatness.

“You want to go see Gretchen and Hunter? They look super cute tonight. They’re giving off more sexual tension than Scully and Mulder.”

“That’s all right. I’m looking for someone else.” It was bad form to avoid the bride at the engagement party, but Gretchen tended to have a big mouth and she’d totally call Greer out on her uber-sexy ensemble. Greer needed to find Asher before she accidentally smeared her eye makeup or spilled a drink down her front, or something.

“Who did you say you were looking for again?” Taylor asked, steering them through the crowd.

“Asher? Do you know him?”

“Vaguely,” Taylor said, and she didn’t sound super happy. “Wouldn’t you rather hang out with Chelsea, or maybe Sebastian? I saw them over in a corner.”

“No, I want Asher,” Greer said firmly. “Where’s he at?”

Taylor sighed. “Well . . . he’s drunk and kind of being an ass. He made fun of my costume.”

“Because you’re a Hogwart?”

“Oh my god, how do you not know Harry Potter lingo?” She sighed dramatically. “Muggles. Damn muggles.”

Greer was starting to wonder if Asher wasn’t the only one drinking. But Taylor turned down a hall and started to steer her toward a new area. That was encouraging. She resisted the urge to check her lipstick and fuss with her hair. She’d looked good the last time she’d seen her reflection. She was just nervous, that was all. “So Asher was drinking?”

“Yeah, he and a few of the guys were hanging out in the corner bro-ing down or whatever you call it when guys act like jackasses at a party.” Taylor steered them through another hall. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

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