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Elizabeth lets out a little giggle then looks towards me. “Rylie, you will have to comewith me tomorrow when I go carpet shopping!”
I nod myhead, too shocked to open my mouth.
Derek places his mouth near my ear. “I told you it was something stupid.”
~***~
After the drama that was Derek’s parents, I realizedthat they are completely nutty. I asked where Mary and Frank were, but they apparently couldn’t make it today because they couldn’t get off work to be here. Elizabeth also said that Mary had said they would be coming to visit this coming weekend instead.
Halfway throughour diner, I notice someone coming our way. “Elizabeth, William, what are you doing here?” The blonde says. I notice someone standing behind her, and when I glance over, notice it’s Cecily. What the hell? I feel Derek tense up beside me.
“Monica, nice to see you.” William says. She just grins at him.
“Monica, this is Rylie; Rylie, Monica. She runs most of the charities you hear about around town.”
I nod my hello, and she looks at me as if she ate something sourbefore glancing to Derek. “Derek, how are you boy? Cecily here was telling me you two work together?” she asks taking a seat at the table. Cecily remains standing behind her.
“Yeah,” is all Derek replies with.
“You two should get to know each other better. Cecily isn’t dating anyoneat the moment, and this would be perfect for our families. The Campbell’s and the Tremaine’s, finally bonded together.” She says on a clap.
“Actually,no thank you. I’m seeing someone.” He says as he puts his arm around my shoulders.
“Well.” She says, looking at our cozy embrace as if she wants to take an ax to our touching body parts and separate us, which is why she probably decides to get rude. “You know that won’t last. She’s probably only with you to get her next fix.”
“You need to walk away, or your husband just might find out about your affair with a certain female gym instructor.” Elizabeth says while standing up and shocking everyone.
Monica’s face goes pale. She doesn’t say anythingas she gets up and leaves, calling Cecily to follow behind her.
“Sorry Rylie, dear. She’s a bitch.” Elizabeth says shaking her head.
~***~
Cecily
“I can’t believe Derek chose that…that… UGH over you!” Mother says, screaming in our Rolls Royce on the way home. “What on earth is he thinking?”
I sit quietly, just staring out the windowand watching the city pass by. “Do you know who she is, mother?”
She takes her eyes off the road for a moment and looks at me quickly. “Should I?” she asks.
“Remember all those news reports about that trial a few years back?”
I see mother frown. She doesn’t do thatoften. Normally, her Botox riddled face doesn’t let her. “You know I don’t watch the news.”
“Her ex-fiancé tried to kill her. Her face was plastered everywhere.” I tell her.
“With the way that she looks, it’s no wonder! Poor guy must be suffering in prison.”
I just sigh. Rylie, for some unknown reason, has something that I want, and if it wasn’t for that, I could see us being friends.
“You better be fixing this mess. Having the Tremaine name attached to our family will have us be on top of everything.They’re one of the most powerful families around.” She says as we pull into our driveway. Our family is already a powerful one, but the Tremaine’s are far more powerful. More money than anyone can imagine means more say in what goes on around here. Mother has always wanted our name attached to theirs to make our families practically untouchable. Plus, she wants the Tremaine connections. She even at one point tried to make a play for William herself. William apparently told her he would never dream of cheating on his wife, and even if he wasn’t married, he wouldn’t touch her with a sixty foot pole. Mother was pissed. No, she was more than pissed.
“Yes, Mother.”
“Don’t you yes Mother me. I’ve worked for years to have you groomed properly to catch Derek’s eye, and now he’s with that street trash! I just won’t have it!” she yells at me as I start to get out of the car.
“Don’t worry about it, Mother. I already have a plan.” I tell her.
