Harper: I’m happy for both of you.
Me: Love you guys! And when I say that, I mean Rose and Elena.
Naomi, he already owns our company, a prenup for what? My share?
Harper, she was a bitch. I’m not.
Harper: Still debating on that.
Naomi: Yes, exactly, a pre-nup for your share. See, you are smarter than you look.
I hate them.
Me: I hate you guys.
I put my phone on DND and went to grab a shower.
This is the kind of thing I don’t need in my life. A judgy sister, and an even judgier assistant. I know Rose is happy, and Elena seems like it, too. That’s all that matters.
Naomi can go fuck herself, and Harper can follow her.
While I’m showering, I can hear voices and glass clinking. But it’s way too early for Theo to be home. Nico knows better than to come uninvited.
Am I being robbed? Oh shit, I’m being robbed.
I’m about to die in the shower, and they are going to find my naked body here. That’s going to be so embarrassing. Oh no, no, no. No one is killing me here. I turn off the shower, grab my towel, and run to the kitchen. To my surprise, while my apartment has been trespassed, I’m not being robbed.
“CONGRATULATIONS SOON TO BE MRS. JONES” is all I hear in unison.
Now I’m crying, even more than when I saw Theo on one knee. “Oh, girls”
“I know I was a bitch, but I had to keep my personality intact if we wanted this to work,” Naomi said with what looked like a real smile on her face. I wipe my face with the corner of the towel, which, by the way, is doing a terrible job because it was NOT designed for surprise-attack-crying. “Naomi,” I sniff. She rolls her eyes, but she’s smiling, and that’s how I know she actually means it.
Rose is already shoving a glass of champagne intomy hand—real champagne, the kind Theo buys without looking at the price tag. “Drink,” she orders.
“You look like you survived a horror movie.”
“Honey, I did,” I say, pointing to my towel. “I sprinted in here naked, thinking an intruder was about to film my final moments.” Elena snorts into her own glass. “Honestly? That’s very on brand for you.”
I flip her off lovingly. “If I had died, I’d come back to haunt all of you.” Rose gasps dramatically. “As long as your ghost still has that ass, haunt me all you want.”
Harper, of all people, steps forward. She touches my arm lightly. “For what it’s worth,” she says, “I’m really happy for you. For both of you. You deserve someone who goes feral for you. And he deserves the same.”
“Aww,” I whisper, “she has feelings.”
“Don’t get used to it,” she mutters, taking a sip. I look around at these women, this beautiful disaster of a makeshift family, and my chest squeezes so hard I might actually pass out. Or it might just be the lack of panties. Hard to tell.
“So,” Rose says, eyes sparkling with unholy excitement, “when are we planning the party?”
“What party?” I ask, instantly suspicious. “The engagement party, duh. And the wedding, of course.” Naomi hops onto my counter like she pays rent here. “We need themes, outfits, invitations?—”
“Nope, nope.” I cut in.
“Absolutely not. We are not doing some spectacle. Theo and I agreed we’re keeping this low-key.” Three sets of eyes look at me as if I just announced I’m joining a cult. “Low-key?” Elena repeats slowly. “You? Low-key? Have you met you?”
“Babe,” Rose says gently, “you can’t even order iced coffee without causing a scene.”
“I do NOT cause a—” Rose cackles.
