“You should set that room on fire.” Celia, my Beta and bestfriend, snarled beside me.

“No need for violence when their kissing is already violently against the ethics of to-be newlyweds.”

“It seems Nichole doesn’t know what boundaries or respect are.” Celia huffed, “And yet you’re fine with that?”

I shrugged and sighed, lowering my gaze to the floor as I massaged my forehead.

In the past, I would have screamed at everyone and become the jealous violent monster Miles described me to be. It would have ended in an ugly pre-wedding party and an even uglier argument between me and Miles.

“It seems I’m the only one who doesn’t...