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Lexi scoffed at her statement. It would have never crossed her mind to get it appraised. The diamonds couldn't have been more real. A closer inspection was hardly necessary. It was pretty clear that it was an expensive engagement ring. "For quality and cost right?" Lexi asked.
Bekah examined the ring on her hand for a second before answering Lexi. "Of course. The ring cost a fortune. Every diamond is authentic."
"But what about authenticity?" Lexi asked knowing the she likely hadn't considered that for she had never thought that he wouldn't give her the original ring.
"Has that ring on your finger been around since before World War II?" she asked grabbing her hand and staring at the ring again. She knew it wasn't but her drunken state wasn't allowing her any discretion. "Has this ring survived Jack's grandmother as he always claimed it did?"
"Of course," Bekah said with less confidence than before. She stared forward at Lexi who was still examining the ring.
"No it hasn't because this isn't that ring. It's a duplicate," Lexi told her gritting her teeth against the reality of her statement. Because no matter how much this was going to hurt Bekah, this fact had already hurt Lexi more than ever before.
"I don't believe you," she said yanking her hand back.
"You don't have to," Lexi spat. "Just get the ring appraised and you'll figure it out real quick. The original ring doesn't belong to you and it was never meant for you."
"How would you know any of this?" Bekah asked getting flustered and reaching out for the bar to steady herself. She was losing color in her face and getting more and more unsteady on her feet.
Lexi wasn't sure she could answer that. How could she stoop any lower? How could she tell her that the ring was intended for Lexi all along? That would just fuel her fire. Lexi didn't have the ring so there was no point in pressing her luck and exposing anymore than was necessary. The real story was too humiliating anyway.
"I just…know Jack unlike anyone else," she said with a sad smile.
"No," Bekah said shaking her head from side to side. "You're just a liar. That's what you said Jack is good at well that's all you're good at. You're just lying to me. You want me to call off the wedding. You want him to yourself. He's not yours. Just wait until I tell Ramsey what bullshit you're spoutin' now. He'll never want you back."
Lexi rolled her eyes. "Oh please, I'm not here to sabotage you. Don't flatter yourself. And try and refrain from thinking you know what Ramsey will and will not do. You're just his sister."
Bekah glared at her ready to spit back at her. Just then Kersey ran up to them. "Let's go," she squeaked out wiping at her mouth quickly.
"Go?" Bekah asked distracted.
"Yeah where are Amber and Maddie?" Kersey asked looking around them to find out where the girls were. She stood on her tip toes and even in her four inch heels she was still too short to see over the crowd.
"Dancing. What's going on?" Bekah asked her concerned.
Kersey giggled and pulled something out of her purse. Lexi was still fuming from her conversation with Bekah. She could hardly concentrate on what they were saying or what Kersey had in her hand.
"Look what I got," Kersey said covering her mouth as she revealed the boxers in her hand.
"You got boxers?" Bekah asked in awe.
Kersey bit her lower lip and attempted to look innocent. "I won't tell you what I had to do to get them," she said lowering her long black lashes, "but I have them."
"Oh I think I know what you had to do," Bekah said looking at her with a new sense of admiration. "You've got a little…" Bekah motioned for her to wipe the right side of her mouth.
Kersey's eyes bulged and she quickly swiped at her mouth again. "Woops," she said giggling. "Anyway we have to go. I don't think he was expecting me to dip out like that."
Kersey and Bekah dove into the crowd to wrangle Amber and Maddie out of the mass of people. Lexi darted for the door to wait for the rest of the group. She was just glad that they were on their way out. She was too drunk to be around them any longer. She had spilled a secret that she swore she was going to keep to herself. She had never intended to stoop to her level. The Fearsome Four appeared before her all hanging onto each other and giggling about Kersey's success.
As they stumbled down the street back to their hotel, Amber cried out, "How bruised are your knees going to be?"
"Amber!" Kersey gasped.
"Are they already bruised?" Maddie asked bending over a little too far to look at Kersey's knees and showing her ass off to the rest of the street.
"No!" she cried a sly smile still on her face. "Anyway it's not like you didn't do the same f**king thing to Ramsey only two weeks ago!"
Lexi stopped in her tracks her mouth dropping open. She could feel her heart clench and her stomach drop. Had she just heard that? Were they serious? No. There was no way that he would do that. She knew that she had been gone and that she had left him. She knew that she hadn't exactly been perfect while away from him, but she just didn't think he had it in him.
Not that he didn't have the right to. They hadn't been together. She had left. But still she just couldn't believe it. This just wasn't the Ramsey that she knew. Everyone said that he was a man whore, but he had never been like that when he had been with her. She never thought it was possible. Why would he want to get back with her if he had been with Maddie while she had been gone?
"Kersey shut up!" Maddie growled.
"Not again," Bekah gasped gagging a little and pushing her friend away from her. "You little whore."
"It didn't happen! I tried to tell you guys," Maddie said shaking her head and giggling.
"Yeah you just happened to have white stuff on your mouth for no reason when you came back from the bathroom with Ramsey at the club," Amber muttered under her breath.
"Guys I swear," Maddie yelled back.
"I won't hate you this time," Bekah slurred pointing her finger at Maddie.
"Come on. That's ancient history."
"Suuuuuure," Kersey said as they entered the hotel lobby.
Lexi numbly followed them into the elevator up to their floor. She had blocked out the remainder of their conversation. She couldn't even think properly. She couldn't confront them to find out if it was true. They were too drunk to be lying about it. And she was too drunk to question their comments. All she wanted to do was to crash in her hotel room and block out the entire night.
