Page 123 of Scorned Beauty
Why? It’s not a wedding dress
She wants to surprise you.
I didn’t respond, but that appeased me a bit. Surprise me? A smile formed on my lips. Maybe she really was warming up to me. I remembered during the last movie night, she was making those sexy noises in her sleep. I was so fucking hard, I couldn’t concentrate on the film at all.
But then Bianca’s next words disabused me of my notions.
After all, you’re paying for it.
I found out the girls scheduled a spa day for tomorrow and charged it to my account. If Sloane thought treating the girls on my dime was going to turn me off, then she was wrong. Others would see Sloane as a gold digger, but I knew what was in her heart. Money meant nothing to her other than a means to take care of people she’d let into her heart. Billy had let her down, but the revelation of what led to her brother’s self-destruction was helping her heal. This new information about how Vivienne Tomlin damaged Sloane’s self-worth was another hurdle to overcome. Entitled people like me, who’d been born into power and money, who’d assigned her to a corner and limited thesuccess she deserved, were the ones undeserving of her. But as Sloane battled her demons, which included what I’d done to her, I was determined to be the last man standing.
Me
What about lunch?
Sera
We’re thinking of having makeovers first.
Aren’t you going to the spa tomorrow?
Lucy
Since Sloane is liberal with your card, we added haircuts and makeup.
I’m surprised Ma let you go to the fitting by yourself.
She magically had a last-minute meeting about the gala.
I bet Margo had something to do with it.
What salon are you girls going to?
No response.
I waited for five minutes.
Hello?
What the fuck. There were eight people on this chat, including me, and no one was answering.
“Oh my God, that’s gorgeous,” Liz exclaimed from the coffee bar. She was sharing her screen with Renz.
Suspicious, I slid out from the booth and walked over to them. Liz glanced up from her phone and pressed the screen to her chest.
Narrowing my eyes, I growled, “Is that Sloane’s dress?”
“You’re not supposed to see it, remember?” Liz said with the snarkiest tone I’d ever heard from her.
Renz shook his head and chuckled. “Another espresso?”
“At this point, I don’t need more caffeine. Water would be good.”
Me
Did you girls form another group chat?
Liz burst out laughing.
