Loving The Better Brother novel Chapter 63

Chapter 63 I Need A Date

WILLOW

I was freaking out.

There was no other way to describe it.

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The mansion was quiet, and the silence only made the chaos inside my head louder. Kath was still at the cafe finishing the closing shift, which meant I was completely alone in the massive house–alone with my thoughts.

The King event was supposed to start at eight in the evening.

It was already eight, and I still had not left.

I stood in front of the long mirror in the walk–in closet, staring at my reflection as though the woman in the mirror might magically give me an answer.

I was dressed, at least. That counted for something.

The dress I wore was white and simple. It was a tube dress that hugged my figure perfectly and fell just above my ankles. The fabric shimmered softly under the lights, making it look nearly liquid as it moved.

My jewelry was minimal.

A pair of delicate diamond earrings, a thin bracelet, and nothing else.

I tilted my head slightly, examining myself more critically.

I looked good.

Actually, I looked really good.

My hair fell in soft waves down my back, and my makeup was light but polished, emphasizing my eyes and lips without making it look like I had tried too hard. If someone saw me tonight, they would probably assume I had spent hours preparing.

The truth was that I had spent hours panicking.

I sighed deeply and placed my hands on my hips.

The problem was not how I looked. The problem was what I had done earlier.

I had talked too big.

My pride had taken over the moment Serena tried to humiliate me.

You need a partner. I’m assuming you don’t have-

I closed my eyes briefly.

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“I’m going.”

The memory of my own voice made me groan.

What was I thinking?

Was I being petty?

Probably.

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Actually, definitely.

But the worst part was that I knew exactly why I said it.

Marcus and Serena were looking down on me. The way Serena spoke to me was as if she already knew I would not belong at that kind of event.

I was not imagining it.

I opened my eyes again and reached for the bag sitting on the chair nearby.

My Fiorane bag.

Rocco had given it to me earlier that afternoon after I casually mentioned I was attending a King event.

He had not asked many questions. He had simply disappeared for ten minutes before returning with a

box.

Inside the box was this bag. I lifted it carefully now, running my fingers across the pristine white leather. It was stunning–elegant and timeless. It was also ridiculously rare–the very last one in the collection.

Rocco had told me that himself.

Only a handful of these bags had ever been created, and the white leather made it even more difficult to maintain. It was the kind of bag collectors would fight over.

I held it up beside my dress, checking how it looked.

The match was perfect.

I sighed again and dropped onto the couch in the corner of the room, wondering where I would produce a date in a span

of seconds.

I leaned back against the cushions and stared at the ceiling.

“Great job, Willow,” I muttered to myself.

In a moment of desperation, I had even downloaded a dating app earlier.

That lasted about three minutes. I deleted it immediately. There was no way I was going to bring a random stranger to an exclusive event filled with elite guests.

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That would be worse than showing up alone.

I groaned again and sat up.

My phone lay on the coffee table in front of me.

The screen was dark, silent, and waiting.

I picked it up slowly.

There was only one person I could think of.

Tristan.

Of course, he was my first choice.

But that was exactly the problem. I stared at his name in my contacts list.

What was I even supposed to say?

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Hey, sorry.

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I know you just confessed your feelings to me two days ago, and I am still completely confused about it. But I was wondering if it would be all right for us to see each other tonight at an event.

You know. Just so I can show your brother, who happens to be my ex–husband, and his new girlfriend that I am doing perfectly fine without them.

I buried my face in my

hands.

“That sounds ridiculous,” I groaned.

It sounded even worse when I imagined saying it out loud.

And yet… My thumb hovered over his name.

I had not spoken to him in two days. And strangely enough, I missed him.

Not in a romantic way.

At least… I did not think so.

But hearing his voice always made me feel strangely calm.

I exhaled slowly.

“Just call him,” I whispered to myself.

“What’s the worst that could happen?”

I stood up from the couch, still staring at the screen.

Then I began pacing across the room.

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Finched

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

My heels clicked against the floor with each step.

“You’re overthinking this,” I muttered.

“It’s just a phone call.”

I turned quickly-

And promptly tripped over the edge of the couch.

“Ah-!”

My body lurched forward. In the chaos, my thumb accidentally pressed the screen.

I froze, my eyes widening. The call was dialing.

“No, no, no, no-!”

I frantically tapped the screen, trying to cancel it. But it was too late.

The call connected instantly.

“Willow?”

His voice came through the speaker clearly.

I pursed my lips instantly.

“Tristan,” I said.

Just hearing his voice after two days made something in my chest loosen. It was strange how relieved I suddenly felt.

“What’s up?” he asked casually.

“How are you?”

I bit my lip the moment those words left my mouth. Why did I ask it like that? I sounded like an awkward teenager calling their crush for the first time.

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