I have no idea what that means, but Imani nods seriously so I assume it must be an accurate descriptor.
‘Really, all I wanted to do tonight was get on her radar,’ Imani continues. ‘And we definitely did that. Sloane, can you check the—’
‘Already on it,’ Sloane says, phone in hand.
‘What’re you looking for?’ I ask.
Sloane doesn’t respond right away. Instead, she taps at her phone and then scrolls for a few seconds. ‘Damn,’ she whistles, ‘I have to hand it to her, she is fast.’
Sloane flips her phone around and shows us the screen. The Instagram app is open and she’s paused on a recent story from an account called @TrustFundTea.
I frown. ‘Trust… Fund… Tea? What is this? Someone rich reviewing all the tea they drink?’
Imani bites her bottom lip to hide a smile. ‘It’s a gossip page.’
‘Called… what? What does tea have to—’
‘Oh my God,’ Sloane snorts. ‘Do you live under a rock? Actually, don’t answer, I guess you do. Just read the damn story.’
I glance back at the phone and squint at the words on the screen:
@TrustFundTea
Well, well, well… It wouldn’t be an event packed with high-society glitterati if there wasn’t a little drama, would it? Tonight’s tea involves two parties who aren’t normally found at the scene of the crime, which makes it even more juicy, amIright?
Tempers flared tonight when former lovers, Imani Davies and Asher Vouvalis, crossed paths… The air was thick with tension and let’s just say… words and fluids were exchanged
Long story short, the airline heiress tossed a drink in the hotelier prince’s face and he stormed off, but not without sending some particularly icy words her way. Brr! Who knew the baby Vouvalis had such a mean streak?
If anyone got any photographic or video evidence of the fight, or some tea on why they broke up (who even knew they dated?!?!), send it my way! DM or shoot me an email (in bio)*!
*all sources will remain anonymous
xoxo TFT
I reread the post several times, feeling a different emotion every time. On my last read, I settle for thoroughly confused. ‘What the hell? Who wrote this? Who runs this page?’
‘We’re not sure,’ Imani says with a shrug.
‘Emmy,’ Sloane says definitively.
Imani shakes her head. ‘It’sprobablyEmmy, but no one can actually trace it to her so she has plausible deniability. But anyway, this is good.’
‘What’s good about this?’ I ask, scanning over the post yet again. ‘And you didn’t throw it in my face.’
‘Emmy, or whoever it is who runs the page, doesn’t care about accuracy,’ Imani says. ‘It’s all about what’s going to generate the most drama and get the most comments. She’ll probably have a photo or video on the feed by this time tomorrow.’
Sloane swipes to the @TrustFundTea account page.
416 posts 173k followers 1532 following
Realisation quickly dawns on me: 173,000 people are following this account. 173,000 people will soon be reading all about what happened tonight between me and Imani. And by tomorrow, if Imani and Sloane are right, there will be photographic evidence for them to look at as well.
‘Your father isn’t going to like this,’ I say.
Imani blinds me with a grin that stretches from ear to ear. ‘That’s an understatement. He’s going to lose his absolute mind. If I’m being honest, I thought it’d take us longer to get to this stage, but I’m not complaining. If we’re lucky, this will be it. My father will take one look at the photo or videoof me throwing a drink at you,’ she winces apologetically, ‘and he’ll call the marriage agreement off. There’s no way he’ll risk the business’s reputation if this is what he’s going to get from us.’
Somehow, her smile widens even more. ‘After tonight, we’ll probably never have to see each other ever again. Isn’t that great?’
