The Worst Best Man Quotes

“One of the greatest gifts to give in a relationship is something very small that costs you nothing.”
― Lucy Score, The Worst Best Man

“Keep your hands off of me, or I’ll break off that hard-on you’ve been sporting all night and slap you in the face with it.”
― Lucy Score, The Worst Best Man

“Life was too short to not eat pizza.”
― Lucy Score, The Worst Best Man

“When you’re in a relationship, you don’t live your life to please your partner. But you sure as hell don’t figure out what they like and then run in the opposite direction to maintain some semblance of independence.”
― Lucy Score, The Worst Best Man

“Aiden shot Marco the finger, and the table erupted in laughter. Except for May. She very calmly got out of her seat and smacked him upside the head. “Ma!” Franchesca was horrified. “I don’t care if Aiden is a trillionaire. No one flips the bird at my dinner table!” As soon as she glanced down at her plate, six middle fingers shot up.”
― Lucy Score, The Worst Best Man

“He didn’t drink to get drunk. He drank to numb himself. It wasn’t pain that he felt. It was something more nebulous. Dissatisfaction? Emptiness? Loneliness?”
― Lucy Score, The Worst Best Man

“I was afraid she wasn’t right for him. She seemed so young, so immature. He was my first real friend, and I was looking out for him. At the time, I didn’t think she was the right partner for him.” Frankie flinched at his words, and he felt her pain like it was his own wound.”
― Lucy Score, The Worst Best Man

“It’s so good that you met Frankie when you did,” May was saying as she helped herself to another glass of wine. “Her eggs are only a few years from drying up.”
― Lucy Score, The Worst Best Man

“Good thing she made an exception for us, seeing as we’re classy as fuck.”
― Lucy Score, The Worst Best Man

“I love seeing you treat yourself. And I love it more that I can be part of it. How about keeping it under fifty grand for today?”
― Lucy Score, The Worst Best Man

“New life plan: She was going to age badly and rescue a bunch of cats that would one day eat her in her sleep.”
― Lucy Score, The Worst Best Man

“Look, sir,” Franchesca said, her cheeks still flaming. “We just slipped away from the party and got carried away. Aiden stepped in front of her. He couldn’t tell exactly where the guard’s gaze was falling, but he imagined it had to be somewhere around Frankie’s heaving chest. “It’s my fault. I got carried away,” he said, offering the man a chagrined smiled. “I’m sure it’s not the worst you’ve seen tonight.” The guard stared blankly for another moment. Aiden felt Frankie grab the back of his jacket with both hands. “I just caught two girls skinny-dipping in the lobby fountain ten minutes ago,” the guard announced. “Go on back to the party, and keep your clothes on.” “Will do,” Aiden promised. Frankie’s eyes were as wide as big screen TVs as they hurried past the guard onto a path that led to the crowded terrace that served as a dancefloor. “Well that was easy,” he said. He reached up and picked a leaf out of Frankie’s hair. He was starting to wonder if he was obsessed with her hair. The thick, dark curtain that fell in curling waves. He wanted to bury his face in it. “Easy?” she hissed, slapping his hand away. “Well, you didn’t have to flash anyone this time,” Aiden pointed out. Her gasp was worth the anticipation. “You saw me?”
― Lucy Score, The Worst Best Man

“How could he not want more of her? How could she believe that he’d leave her alone? “Are you trying to draw attention to us?” he asked, pulling her into him. Those blue-green eyes narrowed at him. “We’re on the dance floor. So dance.” She glanced around them and seemed to notice for the first time that they were surrounded by the upper echelon of California royalty. Aiden recognized a few faces here and there. A half dozen politicians, a handful of celebrities, but mostly it was a collection of heirs and heiresses to various fortunes who had clearly had more than enough to drink. “What’s wrong with these people?” Frankie asked, allowing Aiden to draw her further onto the dance floor. Even the band was trashed, judging by the limping tempo to their song. “Oh, my god. Is that Meltdown?”
― Lucy Score, The Worst Best Man

“various”
― Lucy Score, The Worst Best Man

“It was like witnessing last call at an all-you-can drink gun raffle.”
― Lucy Score, The Worst Best Man

“The file was where he’d left it, front and center on his desk. He opened it and propped his bare feet up on the corner of the desk. One of their holdings was a small security firm that did an excellent job quietly digging into people’s lives.”
― Lucy Score, The Worst Best Man

“The voice was a full octave deeper than Chip’s. Smooth, cultured. Frankie considered asking him to read the grocery list she had stashed in her hand-me-down clutch just so she could listen to him pronounce edamame.”
― Lucy Score, The Worst Best Man

“Frankie smiled sweetly. “When you marry husband number two, does the prenup state that you have to have that giant stick removed from your ass, or does that get to stay?”

Taffany choked and sprayed Margeaux with a fine cloud of tequila.”
― Lucy Score, The Worst Best Man

“Frankie doesn’t like high-society people,” Pru stage whispered to Chip.

Chip slid an affectionate arm around Frankie’s shoulders. “Good thing she made an exception for us, seeing as we’re classy as fuck.”
― Lucy Score, The Worst Best Man

“Shut up, underage felon, and drive.”
― Lucy Score, The Worst Best Man