Page 4 of About Last Night
“No.” Her forehead wrinkles and the smile disappears. “I let Olivia and Alexandria take care of it. I didn’t even tell my brother who was supposed to walk me down the aisle.”
I tap the bar as I stand straight. “Let me check in with Carter and Garrett. Once we know how Livi and Lexi handle things, we can make a plan.”
“A plan?”
“Yes. Destroy Peter’s reputation.”
“Could Garrett maybe mess up his car?”
I grin. “That’s a start.”
3
ELIZABETH
My gaze is glued to the hallway Devon disappeared into.
He’s calling his brothers to find out what happened at the wedding that wasn’t. I don’t have a clue what went on after I left the church because once I changed out of my wedding dress, I left everything except a fist full of cash with my best friends.
Cash in hand, I snuck out a side door and hailed the first cab I saw, but not before promising Olivia and Alexandria I would meet them tomorrow at Exclusively Yours, the company they co-own.
The thought of their success has me contemplating my own. I can’t remember wanting to do anything but work for Foxworth Industries. But maybe my father is right. Maybe that desire was subtly—or not so subtly—imprinted on my brain by my grandfather. Maybe Grandfather is a toxic controlling asshole like Dad says.
He sure forced me into a marriage I didn’t want.
Why he won’t allow me to continue in my role without a husband has always confused me. Then again, I kind of understand his stance on needing a supportive partner. I’ve seen such a difference in my brother since he got married.
Edward and Carlla have a wonderful marriage. And they’re both in high-powered careers. Although Grandfather doesn’t think owning and running multiple childcare centers is a career. That’s always bugged me. The lack of respect he has for Carlla’s business. One she built from the ground up before she was thirty.
Sighing, I lean an elbow on the bar and prop my face on my palm. My eyes haven’t left the dark hallway and I’m beginning to think things turned into a huge disaster after I left.
Why else would Devon be taking so long?
I snap straight when he appears. The grim expression on his face is warning enough. I don’t need to know whatever he has to say isn’t going to be good.
Gripping the edge of the bar when he stops on the other side I say, “I’m not going to like this.”
“No.” He shakes his head. “You are not.”
“All right.” I loosen my fingers and straighten my spine, push my shoulders back the way Grandmother used to harp on about when lecturing me and Edward about a Foxworth’s posture. Swallowing, I inhale deeply, and say, “Tell me.”
“After you left, Livi told your brother. He wanted details but apparently you didn’t give those before you got out of there.” He arches a brow in question and I nod and shake my head in agreement. “Right, well, your ex soon got wind of your escape and took it upon himself to inform the congregation.”
“Oh boy,” I mutter.
“Yep. He managed to convince everyone that you’ve been having second thoughts for weeks and although he tried to get you to postpone, you insisted on going ahead with the wedding.”
“Fucking used car salesman.”
“He’s a car salesman?” Devon asks with a frown. “I thought he owned a dealership.”
“Ha! Hisfamilyowns several. But he doesn’t own or even manage any of them. He works at the Mosman showroom.” Why didn’t I notice Peter’s lack of ambition?
“Anyway, after some talking by Livi and Lexi, the guests moved on to the reception to enjoy the evening without you.”
“And Peter?”
For the first time since he returned, Devon smiles. “Your brother made him leave to go find you.”
