Chapter 102

Christina's POV "None of your business," I said, turning away now that the pregnancy drama had lost its entertainment value. Niall called after me, "Stop! I'm not finished talking to you." "But I am." "Don't you have something to say?" "Like what?" Niall stared at my face like he was looking for some kind of reaction. "Beatrice is pregnant." I tapped my ear. "I know. I heard everything. Still have functioning ears, thanks." "We're getting married." Beatrice, who'd been glaring at me, snapped her head toward him so fast I thought she might hurt her neck. Her mouth fell open. Her eyes went wide. "Good for you," I said like I was reading a grocery list. "Wedding bells, how nice. Do us both a favor and leave me off the guest list." "Niall!" Beatrice started glowing like a Christmas tree. Pregnancy hormones or pure joy? Hard to tell. "Quiet." Niall pulled away from her grip and stepped toward me. "You don't want to attend our wedding?" "No." "Why not? Afraid it'll be awkward?" "Yeah, I'm af