“Have you ever even tried having friends?” she snarls. “You know, people that care about you? Ones thatyoucare about?”
I chuckle. “Like the one that screwed the stripper in her car at your engagement party?”
After a long pause, we burst into laughter, but I know better than to show Bianca any warmth.
Because one day, she’s going to hate everyone born of the name Weston, and I don’t blame her.
Not one bit.
I grab my magazine and settle into position.
“Can I ask your advice on how to handle something with your family?” Bianca says, unwilling to leave.
Rolling my eyes, I say, “Do I have a choice? Or are you just going to keep talking no matter what I say?”
“I know Natasha did some questionable things, but do you think there is any way I could get your mother to allow her to come to my wedding?”
“It’s your wedding. Grow a pair.”
“That’s easy for you to say. You were born a Weston. I was born a Dennis.”
“You know, I didn’t understand why my stepmother was so cool with Elliot marrying you, but now, after seeing what a pushover you are, I get it. She can control you.”
“That’s not true!”
It is true.
We both know it.
“Can you…ah, tell me how not to be a pushover?”
“Nope. It’s engrained in your DNA.”
“Please!” she begs. “I know you don’t like me, but I’m marrying your brother?—”
“Half-brother,” I correct.
“Why do you do this? It’s like you want everyone to hate you.”
“So what if I do?”
“Don’t you get lonely?”
I close the magazine and toss it onto the coffee table.
“You know what you’re doing, don’t you?”
She shakes her head. “No.”
“You’re letting my stepmother buy you.”
“The only thing anyone is buying is peace.”
“Keep telling yourself that.”
“You think that your family’s money is all I care about, don’t you?”
“That thought has crossed a lot of people’s minds, but not mine. In fact, I’d respect you more if that were the reason you were marrying my half brother.”
