Page 120 of My Dark Prince
“She’s lovely.” Frankie fanned herself with her hand. “Seriously, I’m obsessed.”
“So am I,” I concurred.
Dallas stole Romeo’s dessert. “Is your co-star that ex you talked about in Texas? Grant?”
“That’s the one.”
“The seal-saving environmentalist,” I muttered into my drink.
Dallas pointed to Farrow. “Fae and I totally Googled him.”
“What did you think?” Briar wiggled her brows. “Hot, right?”
“Totally. If things fall through with Ollie, he’s cute.”
Fuck it.
I slammed my glass down a little too hard, sloshing gin over the rim. “What specifically?”
Briar’s answer came instantly. “His brows.”
“His brows,” I deadpanned.
She tapped her chin. “And his teeth.”
“Histeeth?”
“And he likes reading smut.”
“Ohhh …” That got Dallas’ attention. She rocketed forward, forgetting the Haitian donuts. “Seriously? Thatishot.”
Romeo narrowed his eyes, steering the conversation away. “Tell me, Briar. Do you remember anything from Texas?”
“About the trip?” Briar nodded. “I remember everything the girls told me. Like how Farrow cheated her way into the Olympics but ended up not competing.”
Farrow shrugged, unbothered. This didn’t even chart top ten on the list of things she wanted to hide. We all knew Fae had become something of a living legend with the Olympicincident, and Dallas thought the world would function more peacefully if no one held a job.
Lovely.
Briar had kid gloves on when it came to the girls, but she’d brought out the claws for me.
“And I remember how Dallas has never held onto a job …” She turned to Dal with a serene smile. “… and that she was essentially sold into marriage by a father who never supported her. Luckily, she fell in love with her kidnapper, who thankfully has the means to fund her shopping addiction.”
Damn, she arrived to this dinner with receipts. I could only imagine what she’d say about me when my turn inevitably came.
Dallas shrugged, stealing scraps off her sister’s plate. “I married a billionaire. I’m not about to set up a lemonade stand out front. It is what it is.”
“Okay, this is low key fun.” Frankie squealed. “I know I didn’t go on that trip, but can you roast me, too?” She raised her hand in the air and waved, like a student eager to answer a question in class. “Me, too. Me, too.”
I couldn’t bite back my groan. This was bad … and it was about to get worse.
Briar slowly tilted her head in Frankie’s direction, a serene smile plastered on her face. “I saved the best for last, Frankie.”
My stomach bottomed out. For the first time tonight, Briar’s face hardened for someone that wasn’t me.
Briar held Frankie’s stare. “Today, as I tidied up my fiancé’s affairs in his office, I came across his bank statements.”
She went into my office? When?How?I rarely let her out of my sight.
