Page 165 of Faking Cinderella
A pinecone drops on my head, I think about her.
I eat a sandwich—you get the idea.
I’m obsessed.
And I don’t care.
I probably should—she’s telling the triplets tomorrow, and that’s when everything changes one way or another—but right now, I don’t give a shit if she hurts me.
My rose-colored glasses are firmly in place, and I’m convinced we’re going to have some kind of happily ever after no matter what.
“I’m almost going to miss them when they’re gone,” Zelda murmurs.
“Didn’t know we’d be getting paid for this much…entertainment,” Margot replies.
“I’m not quite ready to go back to boring.”
“We’ll always have the memories.”
The GrippaPeen conference technically ends this afternoon, with the creators mostly checking out tomorrow and no other guests arriving until Monday, so because Margot came in last Sunday, and since Louisa is back on the schedule with the nudity being over, Margot’s off the next three days.
Likely technically forever after her talk with the triplets.
Which I’m starting to hope she delays.
I like things the way they are now.
Work hard here during the day. Then when we get home, it’s dinner, sex, dessert, sex, sleep a little, sex, sleep a little more, sex, shower, sex, breakfast, sex, and then work again.
With talking in between too.
Though I might’ve missed some sex on that list.
Dammit.
I’m about to pop a boner again.
You’d think my dick would be exhausted, but no. He’s raring to go like he hibernated, and now it’s sex marathon time for as long as we can get it.
Cynthia sticks her head in and looks at all three of us. “Incident with a merlot, a white couch, and a taxidermy pig. Who wants to handle cleanup at the winery?”
Margot smiles at her. “I’ll get it.”
“Why do you keep volunteering for the worst jobs?” Zelda asks.
“Just in case they do something even worse next,” Margot replies with a cheeky grin.
“There’s nothing worse than red wine,” Cynthia says.
Margot shrugs. “I like putting things back the way they’re supposed to be.”
That’s what sticks in my head all afternoon.
Putting things back in place the way they’re supposed to be.
She can’t fix her family.
Can’t put Daphne back in the way it was before.
