Page 91 of Good Girl's Guide to Love
Still pissed that she asked you to go and not me.
Quinn
Suck it up, brother. But once I tell y’all what else happened, it’s going to be good that I went and not you. Because Stella, there is some tea.
Stella
Oh! Details. Now.
Maeve
I swear to God our lives are a fucking telenovela.
Quinn
You’re not far off, Maeve. So Katie is Linc’s publicist. And she came to the suite—that’s just supposed to be WAGs, their kids and special guests like me—but she tried to make this whole fake-ass show about wanting to come check on Ainsley. But she was dressed like a fan girl and in another player’s jersey.
Stella
His publicist was? What the fuck?
Quinn
Exactly. Now, she and Ainsley went outside the suite to talk, and I let her have the space, but y’all, I’ve never seen this look on Ainsley’s face before. It was…dare I say…mean.
Simon
No!
Maeve
Really?
Stella
That a fucking girl.
Quinn
Right? That’s what I said. I tried to make sure everything was okay, and y’all…the only way to accurately describe the look Ainsley was giving her before she sent her away was “don’t fucking try me, bitch.”
Maeve
Ainsley!? Our sister?
Quinn
Yup. And it was the same when we left, because the bitch showed up *again*. I’ve never been so proud of Ainsley in my entire life.
Simon
What did Linc do?
Quinn
Looked confused at first. I think this Katie person has some wool pulled over his eyes, but he clearly saw that Ainsley didn’t want to be around her and got her out of there.
Simon
