Chapter 288: Reception

What happens between us, is no one else’s business. Fuck them. – Chance

The simple white cake with pink and teal decorations was cut. The bride and groom fed each other bites. When Chance leaned in to nibble icing off her lips, there were a few catcalls. Rye blushed and Chance whispered encouraging words in her ear. The whole time, Priscilla was snapping pictures with her digital camera.

The groom’s cake was cut, and Chance fed a piece to Trigg. The older biker was happy to be getting cake.

“That’s it? Just one bite?” Trigg grumbled with a giant smile.

“I didn’t marry you.” Chance laughed. “Get your own damned cake.”

Although he continued to grumble and complain about the lack of cake, he was obviously happy for the couple. Part of the patio had been cleared off and Anthony led Rye out to the makeshift dance floor. It had been difficult to pick a song. No one wanted to play a song that was obviously for a father daughter dance. But they didn’t want to pick just