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“If she doesn’t want to revisit it on the page, you shouldn’t pressure her, Savvie,” Aidan stated.
Savannah just hummed, which told me she was going to ignore Aidan no matter what he said. “Where’s Misha, Aspen?”
Aspen narrowed her eyes. “Why are you asking, Savannah?”
Like a cat poised to strike a mouse, Savannah pinned Aspen to the ground. “We’ve brought our significant others. I was just wondering why you didn’t bring the Forgotten Boy with you.”
“The what?” Lorelei queried, her confusion genuine.
“Forgotten Boy, Mom,” Savannah chirped.
“Is that like a Peter Pan thing?”
I hid a snort but Aspen took control of the situation surprisingly fast. “Mom, it’s nothing. Misha and I had a fight.”
“I warned him not to hurt you,” Aidan rumbled as he stared down at the pastry rose on his plate like it was a puzzle in need of solving. “Just give me the word, and I’ll break his balls.”
“You mean bust them.”
“I know what I said, Savannah.”
“Just use your fingers, Aidan,” Lorelei encouraged, mimicking how the, well, whatever it was should be eaten.
“To break Misha’s balls or to eat the canapé?”
As Lorelei scowled at her eldest daughter, Aspen argued, “Misha didn’t hurt me. His balls don’t need to be busted or broken. Anyway, can we not talk about this right now, please?”
I picked up my own appetizer, took a bite, and sighed in delight at the harissa-infused meatball. “This is delicious, Lorelei. Thank you.”
The other woman didn’t look at me, just nodded. “You’re welcome.”
“I don’t understand why this is so awkward.” Camden skewered his mom with a glower. “It’s Star. Star. Why are you making it weird? It wasn’t like that when Vana, Star, and I got together.”
“I don’t understand why we weren’t invited,” Paris muttered.
Aspen sniffed. “Just another instance of us being excluded.”
I rolled my eyes. “Don’t be brats.”
As the twins turned toward me and began bickering, I almost missed Aidan telling Conor, “Need to speak with you later.”
“Sure. Whatever.”
“We are so not brats! You hurt our feelings,” Aspen declared, sounding exactly like Vana—I’d tell her that later. It was sure to piss her off.
“How could we do that?” Camden retorted. “We didn’t invite cameras to the get-together, Paris. You didn’t miss out on a scoop for your stupid reality TV show which is all you care about now anyway.”
“No one takes us seriously in this family,” Aspen spat.
“For good reason,” Savannah drawled. “All your wins are achieved on our backs.”
Paris hissed under her breath. “That’s not fair, Savannah.”
“Did you, or did you not, ask me to write about the show in my column?”
“You’re our sister! It’s the least you can do!”
“Paris, I didn’t ask Camden or Dad for scoops when I was starting out,” Savannah ground out. “I worked my way up on my own. Sometimes, being a nepotism baby is the hardest thing you can be because you expect everyone else to do you a favor.”
