“No, they might be arseholes, but they are always the first ones to have your back.”
I look up at her in disbelief. “Are we talking about the same two people here?” Maybe that Bourbon has gone straight to her head.
“Come on, Ari. How many times have they scared away unwanted attention?”
Okay, now I’m arching a brow, not that she can see with the masquerade mask I’m wearing.
“Are you forgetting about the amount ofwantedattention they’ve also scared away, threatening to tell my stepdad? Like I should be walking around in a chastity belt or some shit.”
Abi pulls out her lipstick just as someone jiggles the door handle again. She lets out a sigh, probably about to demand they go to one on the first floor again, but I walk over and unlock the door.
It’s pushed open by a girl with bright pink hair as she comes rushing in.
“Thank fuck, I was about to piss myself.”
She runs into one of the cubicles, letting out a heavy sigh right as the sound of her trickling pee hits the bowl.
“Sorry, I’m Rainbow, by the way. But my friends call me Rain or Bow.”
I glance at Abi, who mouths her name back to me, then shrugs and calls out, “We’re Abi and Ari.”
“Cool,” Rainbow replies.
“Listen, forget about the devil’s spawn. Let’s go enjoy ourselves until it’s time to meet your mystery man.”
Rainbow comes out, eyes flicking between the two of us.
“Devil’s spawn, mystery man… How about we go get a drink and you can tell me all about them?” she says, washing her hands and shaking off the excess water as Ari passes her a hand towel.
“Sorry, I’ve been told I sometimes have boundary issues, and I’m new to Mayfair. Feel free to tell me to piss off.”
Abi laughs, and I smile. We like her instantly.
Chapter 12
Harrison
Hunter and I have been keeping to the shadows, waiting for her arrival. And damn, was it worth it?
She’s a fucking vision: baby-pink dress, matching mask, her strawberry-blonde hair perfectly styled.
She’s with her sidekick, Abigail. To be fair, she’s a good friend to her, more like a sister. I’m not sure who the tall woman beside her is, though. I’ve never seen her before, but she seems animated and is chatting up a storm.
“Do you know the one with the pink hair?” Hunter asks me as he hands me a crystal tumbler, two fingers of whiskey.
“Nope, never seen her before.”
“Hmm,” he replies, clinking his glass with mine.
“Cheers,” we say in unison.
“Oh my God, are you twins?”
I turn to find a group of girls giggling.
“Observant,” Hunter replies in a monotone response.
One of them starts to step forward, but I hold up my hand.
