{"id":260063,"date":"2026-07-13T17:25:54","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T14:25:54","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/faking-it-a-closed-door-enemies-to-lovers-romance-nicole-bell\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T17:25:54","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T14:25:54","slug":"faking-it-a-closed-door-enemies-to-lovers-romance-nicole-bell","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/faking-it-a-closed-door-enemies-to-lovers-romance-nicole-bell\/","title":{"rendered":"Faking It A Closed Door Enemies To – Lovers Romance – Nicole Bell"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Because I know he worked just as hard on his food as I did on mine. Honestly, he might\u2019ve worked harder, planned more, prepared longer since it is his job. And out of the hours and hours he spent working, she only ate a salad? I gape at her. \u201cThat\u2019s it? That\u2019s all you ate out of all the food that he prepared.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, yeah, that\u2019s the only thing that didn\u2019t have any gluten.\u201d The words are targeted, sharp, and completely unlike her. I pull my bottom lip between my teeth and bite down, trying to tamp down all the retorts on my tongue. My eyes snag on Jessica a few feet away, a vindictive smile on her lips as she watches the encounter. Then it all clicks. She put Kate up to this on purpose to knock me down a peg.<\/p>\n

And I have no clue why. But I\u2019m not going to fight with Kate about it right now, especially if it\u2019s one of Jessica\u2019s stupid plots to control a narrative that\u2019s not her own. So instead, I let out a breath and face my sister again, trying to remain as calm as I possibly can.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s something you should\u2019ve conveyed to us before we spent all this time and money preparing the entire freaking menu, Kate.\u201d \u201cI\u2019m pretty sure that I did.\u201d I swear I\u2019m seeing red at this point. I raise a hand and pinch the bridge of my nose, squeezing my eyes shut. \u201cNo, you definitely didn\u2019t because we would\u2019ve accommodated that.\u201d \u201cOh, so now it\u2019s my fault that you were the one who ruined my shower?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cRuined? Do you think this whole thing is ruined because you didn\u2019t tell me that you\u2019re suddenly not eating gluten out of some crazy diet pushed onto you by a so-called friend?\u201d \u201cI had to eat a salad, and now I can\u2019t even have the dessert at my own bridal shower, so yes I do consider it ruined,\u201d she says, completely ignoring the jab about Jessica. Kate pauses to look around the room. \u201cAnd where is the champagne tower?\u201d Now I\u2019m clenching my teeth, curling my fingers into fists to keep myself from lashing out at her.<\/p>\n

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ISBN B0CRWWCNFY (Paperback) Cover Design by Books N Moods OceanofPDF.com For Jordan, the Lola to my Jane. I have no idea where I\u2019d be without you, souly. OceanofPDF.com W Chapter 1 hen I woke up this morning, I was sure this was going to be the best day of my life. But as I sprint down the sidewalk as fast as my backless block heels allow me with my phone pressed to my ear, I\u2019m starting to feel like this entire week is cursed. \u201cJane, I\u2019m going to need you to take a breath,\u201d my best friend says on the other line.<\/p>\n

I called Lola for a pep talk before my first in- person story interview ever, but now she\u2019s having to coach me through surviving a jog through the city in heels. \u201cI\u2019m confident you were not taking a breath when you were sprinting across Greece for your romantic work catamaran. Sometimes life requires sprinting in uncomfortable shoes.\u201d \u201cAt least take the shoes off. You\u2019ll run faster.\u201d \u201cSounds like a good way to step on broken glass or in bird poop.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOr dog vomit.\u201d I grimace at the idea of that one. \u201cPlease stop.\u201d \u201cSorry.\u201d My lungs are burning as I gasp for another breath of air and my heels clack as I jog across the street, weaving in and out of bodies on the New York sidewalk until I finally spot the sign for the restaurant in the distance. \u201cThank god,\u201d I pant, my steps slowing as I approach the brick building with the black-trimmed windows.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re there already?\u201d Lola asks. \u201cAlready? It feels like I\u2019ve been running for a thousand years.\u201d My breath comes out in embarrassing gasps. I stop just outside the building and press my back against it, trying to catch my breath. I peer up at the sign and my heart suddenly beats a little faster than its already too-fast pace.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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