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Austin: Mom and Dad are here.

I don’t even try to type back. I shove the phone in my strapless bra, button the oversized shirt I am wearing, and I can’t even quietly make my way over to Violet. I have to act normal, despite everything in my body surging with emotions.

Me: I’m here. Please come out here.

I am tapping my finger, nervously on the side of my phone.Read.

It takes him ten seconds too long to finally slip out of the room.

“What the fuck?” I immediately yell at Austin.

He holds his hands up, shielding himself from my misplaced anger.

“I don’t know. I don’t even know how they knew about the wedding.”

“In Las Vegas!” I exclaim. “They seriously flew out here just to crash the wedding?”

“They said they aren’t here to crash it.” Austin sighs, admitting that even he doesn’t believe his words.

“Kick them out!” I’m getting louder and Austin grabs my arm, pulling me halfway down the hallway.

“I tried.”

“Try harder!”

“Dakota, you know them as well as I do. They aren’t going anywhere.”

He is right. I cross my arms and huff. “I know.”

“Can you help me fix this?” Austin is desperate.

We’ve been avoiding our parents for years at this point. It isn’t like it is hard. They are the ones who cut us out of their lives.

So why in the fuck were they here?

“Do you know how they found out?”

“Apparently, they’ve been stalking Kate’s Instagram.”

“Are you kidding me?” I deadpan.

“Yeah. I think they made up a fake account.”

“They’re probably following you too.”

“Probably.” Austin sighs.

His account isn’t a worry, though. He only ever posts tattoos and their shop.

“Okay, how do we get them to leave?” I look off, trying to think of anything that might work.

Austin shrugs.

We have to be at the chapel in less than two hours. And if we are late, we lose out on our reservation. Thankfully, the chapel isn’t too far in an Uber, but still. I hate being late.

Which gives me an idea. I look back at Austin, eyes wide.

“What?” he asks.