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Brielle scowled, indicating that Dianna had hit the nail on the head, which only made Dianna’s smile spread wider. Brielle threw her hands into the air and huffed.
“He hasn’t even asked me to go. I can’t just show up to a party he’s throwing and tell him I’m his date.”
“I’ve got that all figured out. He told Tristan about the party and Tristan asked if he was bringing anyone. Shane said he wasn’t. I’ll just message Tristan right now and tell him that we can set him up with someone.”
Brielle sighed. “Fine. I’ll go on one date with the guy, but that’s it.”
“Maybe.”
“Not maybe. I’m not interested in Shane. Like I said, he’s not my type.”
“Then what is your type?” Dianna pressed.
“I don’t know. I’m all over the place.”
Dianna chuckled. “Maybe you don’t have a type. Maybe everyone is your type and you just haven’t clicked with anyone.Maybeyou just need to kiss him under the mistletoe and then you’ll figure out that he’s the one.”
“I’ve kissed plenty of guys, Dianna. I’m guessing that’s not the problem here.”
Dianna shrugged. “And maybe it is.”
“Well, if you think that spending a few hours with a guy like Shane is enough to make him my soulmate, then you’re sorely mistaken. I can’t see myself as being the good little housewife who hosts parties and drapes on the guy’s arm so he can show me off. I have too much pride for that.”
Another shrug and a sly smile. Dianna didn’t care if Brielle found love or if Shane was that person. Secretly, she didn’t want to attend a big event without having someone there she could use for support. Adeline already said she and Sean were busy. And Constance was spending that evening with James’s family. Dianna wasn’t as close to her younger sisters, which was ironic considering that she was the middle child. Regardless, she had better relationships with her older sisters.
She climbed off her bed and headed over to where she’d left her phone on the dresser. “I’ll tell Tristan.” Shooting a quick glance in Brielle’s direction, her lips twitched upward again. “And I’ll make sure he doesn’t tell Shanewhohe’s going to be on a date with.”
Brielle groaned. “What kind of party is this?”
“It’s a Christmas party.”
“Yeah, I get that. But whatkind? Is it formal? Do I need a pretty dress? Or is it casual and I can wear one of those ugly sweaters?”
Dianna paused. “I’m not sure.”
“You’re not sure? Come on. That’s one of the first things you need to find out when you get invited to something like this. If it’s a bunch of people who are on the upper end of society, that would dictate the kind of party he’s throwing. I doubt he’d be serving deviled eggs and fruit cake. Somehow Shane strikes me as the kind of guy who serves up caviar and kuidaore.”
Dianna snorted, but it wasn’t a small or cute one. The snort that escaped her mouth was loud and sounded more like the pigs she tended to out in the corral. She got a dark look from Brielle.
“What?” her sister demanded.
Shaking her head, Dianna let out another laugh. “Nothing.”
“It’s not nothing. What were you laughing at?”
“It’s just—where did you hear that word?”
“Caviar? You know what that is.”
Dianna shook her head again. “No. Kuidaore. Where did you hear that?”
“I don’t know. Someone I probably went on a date with. Why? Do you even know what it means?”
She nodded. “Yes. Do you?”
Brielle folded her arms and shifted her weight from one foot to the next. “Of course I do. It’s a fancy dish.”
Dianna snickered again. “Kuidaore isn’t food. It’s a Japanese term that basically means you ate yourself into bankruptcy. The literal translation is to ruin yourself in extravagance by food.”
