It was actually a good thing that Guillaume had sauntered into her store earlier that day and asked Cecily to go to the bonfire with him. If he hadn’t, there was a very good chance that she wouldn’t have attended at all, no matter how much Tiber or Shiloh or anyone else might have tried to convince her. The events of a small town grew boring after being unable to leave for so many years and considering the fact that many of said events ended badly, Cecily had been content to turn off all the lights in her too-big house, crawl into bed, and start catching up on her soaps (at least those shows went on forever). Who knew that all it would take to pull her out into public that night would be a handsome stranger drawling an invitation with a big, genuine grin?
So there she was, already halfway through a bag of popcorn that she’d snagged when they first arrived and strolling through the crowd by his side. “This actually...isn’t as bad as I thought it would be,” she admitted, eyes taking in everything before them before focusing on Guillaume again. “Don’t judge me if I eat my way through this whole event.”
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