Chapter Twenty-Seven

Alex's POV

"You're having a formal party?!" I yelled, surprised at what Chris was saying.

"Yup. he nodded.

"With tuxedos and gowns?" I asked, shock unwavering.

"The whole sheba-"

"If you say that word, I will break up with you." Zoe glared at him.

"Yes, everything." he said. He turned to leave then stopped, "Oh, I invited Asher, he's bringing a plus one." he smiled and left.

Zoe and I glanced at each other and frowned, "Now we have to make you look good." she said.

"But-"

"Extra good." she said seriously.

Tamron's POV

Asher threw the invitation into the trash, "I'm not going." he said.

"Come on, for me?" I asked, cupping his cheek in my palms, "Please."

He held my hands and brought them down then made eye contact with me, "No." he dropped my hands and left.

I picked the envelope from the trash and texted the number on it, we'll be there.

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