Alex
Woke up with a bad feeling
Fleur
Might be the clinical depression??
I snort quietly in the silent house.Yeah, might be.
Fleur
We’re all fine. The others are watching a movie before bed
Alex
How’s Freddie?
Fleur
Do you actually care?
I couldn’t summon two shits to give about her idiot boyfriend even if I spent all night trying my best, but Idocare about Fleur,and should she find a man who makes her happy, I’ll try to get over my irrational fear of my sisters growing up.
Alex
I care about every element of your life, Fleur.
Fleur
Except my safety when Dad is on a rampage, of course.
I shut my eyes, letting out a slow exhale. If I apologize again, it’ll be the one thousandth time. But I’d do it again. My father while at the head of a billion-dollar company is completely bulletproof. Now, he has nothing.
Fleur
Freddie’s fine. Maybe you were right about him.
My phone is pressed to my ear in half a second, Fleur’s exasperated sigh in my ear. “What did he do?”
“Why are you anger-whispering?”
“Because I’m angry but Ophelia is sleeping. Tell me what he’s done.”
“He’s just … funny about my outfits.”
Nope.He has to go. I won’t have one of my sisters falling into a relationship that’ll end up like my parents’, where the honeymoon phase rots into a twisted dynamic where one of them sucks the life out of the other. “That’s a slippery slope, Fleur.”
“His dad is a really great modeling agent, though. He landed a Dior campaign for Bea.”
“And our mother is one of the most famous supermodels of all time. You don’t need to stick around with him for industry connections.”
“I’ll see how it goes.”
“And if one of Rocco’s hitmen accidentally pushes him off a bridge?”
Her laugh is so rare nowadays, sometimes I wish I could bottle it. “Don’t you dare. Night, Alex.”
She hangs up before I can rant about her boyfriend anymore, but I text Brendan and ask him to find me Freddie’s phone number, just in case.
