Page 80 of The Billionaire's Fake Wife
"Being able to recognize a good thing when it hits you in the face has never been your strong point."
"What do you mean?"
She pivots, waves her hands in the air. "All this, honey. All of this can be yours. Correction, is yours, already—"
"It’s all pretense." I huff.
"Haven’t you heard?" She leans forward on the balls of her feet. "You gotta fake it till you make it."
I grimace, "You mean like, Legally Blonde?"
"I was thinking more, Pretty Woman."
What the—!"So, I should prostitute myself?"
"You said it." She smirks.
"Honestly, Karma, you sure can be a bitch sometimes."
She drops her hands to her side, "OMG, that was a low, low hit even for you."
"And your stupidity in telling me that I need to accept my fate, and go along with whatever this weird-ass plan spun by a psychopath—"
"He’s not a psychopath—" She scowls.
"Full of himself, vicious billionaire-"
"Gazillionaire, actually—"
"—has concocted, and actually be happy about it, is sheer and utter nonsense."
My chest heaves.
Her features tense. She moves toward me. "Hey, Summer, I’m sorry that I upset you."
I snort. "No, you’re not."
"I really, truly am. You’re right, I can be a bitch sometimes. I think it’s some self-fulfilling prophecy. After all, with a name like Karma I didn’t stand a chance, huh?"
"It’s better than Summer."
"You’re not the one having to pronounce your name to people, when you introduce yourself."
"Better than people instantly assuming I am some kind of a hippie."
"Of course, your get-up doesn’t inspire that at all, huh?"
I glance down at my long skirt, teamed with a peasant blouse, and pink Chucks. "What’s wrong with what I am wearing?"
"Nothing."
"Not my fault if people go by appearances." I snort.
"Woman, you are an optimist. The world is ruled by how you appear. Haven’t you gotten that through your head yet?"
"What I reflect to the world is not what I am on the inside."
"It’s true." She nods and her lips quirk.
