Page 212 of Dream Girl
We ate our salad while they talked. When the talking stopped, Wes stood.
“Drinks?” Wes asked.
“I’ll go with you, because I need another.” Brennan joined him.
They took orders and left, as the servers took our empty plates and others brought around the entrees.
Riley gave Spencer a pleading look. “Can we go now?”
“Let’s hijack a limo and get ice cream?” I suggested.
“All in favor.” Evan laughed, raising a hand as our meals were served.
“Why do Grace and Evan have different dinners?” Riley eyed the plates that were brought out.
Everyone else had salmon and a slice of prime rib with potatoes and asparagus. Evan and I had a tiny bacon-wrapped steak, a lobster tail, roasted root vegetables, and mushroom spinach risotto.
“We’re special.” Evan grinned. “I’ll trade if you’d rather have mine.”
“Ooh. I want this.” Riley speared his lobster tail with her fork and put it on her plate.
“I had a different dinner at the science dinner, too.” Huh. I’d thought that they’d run out, and I’d gotten a substitution plate.
“It’s an older custom, giving the omegas a special dinner,” Spencer replied.
“Oh.” I frowned at my dinner. “I… I’ll trade.”
Jett gave me a curious look. “No one’s ever given you a special dinner before?”
Wes joined us, setting down drinks for me, Spencer, and him. “What’s wrong?”
“Grace is concerned because we get lobster and you don’t,” Evan teased.
“Oh, right.” Wes put an arm around me. “It’s a thing they do sometimes. Eat your dinner. Unless you want me to feed you?” His eyebrows waggled.
I laughed. “It’s fine.”
“Here, try.” Spencer held out a fork full of salmon and fed me.
“Delicious.”
Brennan brought drinks for him, Jett, and Evan. We ate dinner, then I slipped out to go to the bathroom before the main program started. The ballroom was warm, and I needed some air. Riley came with me.
“Do you want to leave? You seem so unhappy,” a male voice said, from some place in the lobby.
“You have us, and our children. There is no need to be upset. They don’t deserve you anyway,” another added.
“I know. I’m so happy to have you and our babies. It just hurts to see those who rejected me with someone else,” Caroline sniffed.
I saw them in a corner and hoped she wouldn’t see me.
“Rejected? Not the story I heard,” Riley muttered as we entered the bathroom.
“Me, neither,” I replied.
They weren’t there when we went to return to the ballroom. Good. I hoped they’d left. But Hiro was there. Marcos was, too.
“I’ll be right there,” Riley grinned. “Marcos decided to crash the party.”
