Page 60 of If You Were Mine
“You’re not the last one,” Isabella said as she reached forward and squeezed my hand. “However, you just beat Sophia.”
I turned as Isabella’s sister walked forward, a small smile on her face and dark circles under her eyes that she couldn’t quite hide with concealer.
“Sophia!” I said as I hugged the woman close.
“Sorry I’m late. We’re staying at Aston and Blakely’s place by the lake, and I’m still not used to driving on these roads. Even though I’m from Colorado, not living here is a bit different.”
“You should have told me, I would’ve driven you,” Isabella said as she squeezed her sister’s hand.
“No, I’m going to learn it. And honestly, most of this just comes from the guilt of leaving the babies at home. I know that my husband can handle them, but I have mom guilt.”
“Well, I’m glad you’re here, and I’m going to need photos,” I teased.
“Hell yes, all the photos,” Ivy said as she reached forward and grabbed the champagne bottle I hadn’t noticed.
“Can you drink? We can get the non-alcoholic bubbly too,” she said before reaching for Sophia’s glass.
“I’m allowed one since I’m not pumping tonight. So yes, give me the champagne,” Sophia said, exhaustion evident in her voice.
“Well that’s it, I’m just going to have to come over tomorrow and steal those nieces of mine,” Isabella said point-blank, and I just sat back and laughed, holding my champagne glass as the two sisters playfully argued.
“We really are okay. I’m just tired. I’m always tired. I mean I was exhausted when I was a dancer with the ballet, but that was a different kind of exhaustion.”
“I can’t believe you were a principal dancer,” I said, trying to imagine Sophia on stage and honestly it was easy. She was so graceful and beautiful. And to be honest, motherhood seemed to make it even more so.
“Looking back at some of those photos, I can’t believe it either.”
“To motherhood, feminism, and finding our path,” Scarlett said as she held up her glass.
“Because we’re allowed to kick ass with all of it.”
We each clinked glasses, and I took a sip of the tart bubbly.
“So, are you going to tell us exactly why you’re looking so smug and nervous?” Scarlett asked. It took a moment to realize she was staring at me, as were the rest of them.
I quickly gulped the rest of my champagne and shook my head. “What? What do you mean?”
“Well, you’ve been a little busy for the past few days, and I’d love to know why,” one of my best friends teased, and I glared at her and Ivy. Luna looked as confused as Dorian’s sisters did, and I wasn’t sure what the hell I was supposed to say in that moment.
Because I wasn’t about to tell everybody that I had slept with Dorian.
Right?
But this was girl time, maybe I should at least say something? Or hide underneath the table.
“Nothing. I’ve just had a long day. Long week,” I corrected.
Scarlett narrowed her gaze, and opened her mouth to say something, before she stood up abruptly.
“Excuse me. I’ll be right back. I have something to deal with.”
Before I could say anything or thank her for leaving me a moment to think, she stomped off, and we all turned to see the object of her ire.
Hudson stood in the corner, growling with Scarlett’s boyfriend, Ronan.
“What on earth is that about?” Luna asked of her twin.
I shook my head. “I have no idea.”
