Chapter 36
Maddy
It’s the end of October, and we’re vibrating with static electricity because Jett is kicking off his world tour tonight in New York with two nights at Madison Square Garden.
My amazing new manager perfectly orchestrated that I’d be on set filming a guest appearance on Law it’s like a clown car pulled up, I swear.
Next, there’s Lola and her boyfriend, believe it or not, Kennedy.
He’s nearly a decade older than her, and therefore the only person who’s been able to keep her and her raging bitch disorder in check.
And she says I have daddy issues. The tattooed, long-haired metal singer that we absolutely adore has actually become Jett’s close mentor/friend/big brother he never had because mine’s lame and it’s so cute.
And then there’s Jude, no longer a raging dick because he’s finally balanced out by his sweet, no-nonsense, way too good for him, dream girl, Penelope.
She holds up an overstuffed wardrobe bag with my family’s costumes, and I grin at her followed by a grateful air kiss.
Then, the uncle and auntie enter with their Princess Britta and, you guessed it, Gage Carter, who has been permanently plastered to her side for the past three months.
Auntie and Uncle had to fly to the States just to see their own kid, so I guess I’m a pretty incredible fucking matchmaker.
That makes me smile because clearly, Gage is a relationship guy rather than a rebound fling guy anyway, and I’m so happy for them.
Finally, Mickie and Silas peek in like they’re not sure they’ll fit, but we’ll always make room for them, obviously.
“Now it’s a fucking party!” Jett has sparks in his eyes as he runs around hugging everyone.
My dad tucks me under his arm and leans closer to my ear, “You’re bloody mental, Matilda.” He gestures to Gage, “You could’ve picked a normal fuckin’ guy, and now he’s gonna be my damn nephew instead, I just know it. The hell, Baby?”
I playfully jab his side and roll my eyes, but Jett is all I see. I can’t help but think about how I’m so over the moon glad he loves my family, as flawed as we are. And they love him despite his perfectly imperfect, well, everything, even when they joke about me picking the wrong guy.
Gage and Britta are having an adorably heated debate with Mickie and Silas over who’s the better matchmaker, me or Jett, and I start cracking open beers for everyone since we got burnt out on champagne.
Kennedy picks Jett up and starts shaking him like he owes him money, while Auntie and Mum pull a bottle of wine from I don’t even know where and start cackling about which of their babies is going to get married first. I don’t touch that one with a ten-foot pole.
“Surprise!” My one and only Kel pops through the door with her assistant and an enormous trunk in tow. “Ready to get my best girl and her best guy and their crew Halloween-ready!”