Chapter 39: Conspiracy Theories

Another day, another stupid fucking event. Of everything I’ve ever had to endure, nothing tested my self-control more than watching Dean move around like the perfect doting fiancé to Chloe. A Bluetooth speaker played a mix of Motown and old rock hits—Marvin Gaye melting into The Rolling Stones then into ABBA before swerving to Tina Turner. Everyone was grooving. Ever so often, Aunt Thelma would sway to the beat while carrying another plate of burgers to the table. Alyssa was dancing and singing to the lyrics that obviously reminded her of her first boyfriend, Troy, who nicknamed her ‘Dancing Queen’ back in high school. I chuckled at that. That however didn't last long. Dean twirled Chloe and everyone gushed, switching attention immediately. I groaned for the millionth time since today, swallowing the contents of my can in one gulp. They always have to find a way to steal the spotlight. Fucking hell. Dean laughed at something Chloe whispered in his ear and I squeezed my hand tightly. I'