Page 203 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 2
“Can we just try all of it?” asked Daphne. “All that you have to offer? Please.”
“Very well,” the waiter said. “Give me a few minutes and I’ll get those other appetizers out for you.”
“Please keep the alcohol coming,” Justin said.
I laughed.
Justin stared daggers at me as the waiter walked away. “Penny, a word?” He set down the menus and walked off.
It seemed like I was in a lot of trouble. I looked over at James. He shrugged. But I could tell he was thinking the same thing I was. That Justin was royally pissed.
Yeah, I was definitely in trouble. I excused myself and followed Justin. He’d walked back inside and was pacing in the restaurant.
“How are you doing?” I asked as the doors closed behind me.
“What the actual hell?!” he shrieked.
“So…not good then?”
“You owe me more than just a few favors, missy. You knew this barbaric woman. You knew she was weird about food. Don’t you lie to me. You knew she’d be a nightmare.” He pointed a sassy finger at me.
I guess he was back to calling Daphne a barbarian. “I’m sorry, Justin. But she’s only weird about food…”
“Food is half the wedding!”
“That’s not true. There’s fancy clothes and dancing and a beautiful ceremony.”
“A ceremony followed by lots of food! We’ve been sampling appetizers for 30 minutes and she hasn’t chosen one. Not asingle one!” He grabbed a folded cloth napkin off a nearby table and threw it on the ground.
“Justin…”
“How is she ever going to decide on a band or a DJ? Or when she wants the ceremony to start? Or what kind of flowers she wants for her bouquet or for the arch! There’s a million more decisions to make and she doesn’t like Swiss and spinach together!”
“I get it. I’m with you. Swiss and spinach is a wonderful combination.”
“Then talk some sense into her. We don’t have all day to sample food. I need them to make decisions about more stuff.”
“I’m telling you, she’s only bad with decisions about food. She’s already picked out her dress. And the bridesmaid dresses. And she’s chosen the location. We’re checking things off left and right.”
“We’re going to be talking about appetizers for hours!”
“I’m sure you’ve had bridezillas before.”
“This is not bridezilla behavior. It’s barbarian behavior.”
“Justin…”
“I have more contingencies now.”
“Justin. You already agreed to do the wedding.”
He huffed. “I did not agree to…that.” He pointed to the window. I looked out to see Daphne, her nose scrunched up after she bit into an appetizer that I’m sure was freaking delicious.
I nodded. He had a point. “Okay. What are your new contingencies?”
“Every single person you know that gets engaged…you send them to me. Immediately. Right after you see someone drop to one knee you butt in there and recommend me. You owe me.”
“Okay, done.” I was going to do that anyway. Minus the whole butting into the proposal thing. “What else?”
