“I’ve finally decided on a designer,” Trisha said when she heard her sister enter the room. Stacey dropped her Gucci bag on the couch and took a seat next to Trisha.
“Who?”
“Gregory Tubac. All his dresses have made the cover of Bridal Weekly. He designed the bridal gown for the Rochester wedding.”
Stacey’s eyes widened. “OMG! That was him?”
“Yep and he only makes one of every dress so mine will be unique.” She twisted the magazine she held in her hands so Stacey could see his works of art. “Aren’t they all amazing?”
“That one is perfect,” Stacey said, pointing to the lower left corner of the page. “Off the shoulder. Long train. It’s stunning.”
“My dress is going to be so much better. I’ve already arranged a meeting with him to discuss my design.”
Stacey dug into her handbag and popped a piece of gum into her mouth. “Am I invited to this meeting?”
“Well, duh!”
She smiled and Trisha put down the bridal magazine. “So how was your blind date last night?”
“Incredible,” Stacey replied much too quickly. “I’m sitting at Giovanni’s and he walks in and I swear, the world stops spinning. He’s like the hottest guy I’ve ever had the pleasure of boning and a perfect gentleman.” Trisha didn’t think the words gentleman and boning could ever be used in the same sentence, but this was her sister after all.
“A bit of a bore to talk to,” Stacey continued, “but I don’t really care too much for personality. The guy is filthy rich.”
Although they came from money, both Stacey and Trisha had resigned themselves to marrying rich men so they wouldn’t have to work a day in their lives. However, Trisha’s last attempt to marry solely for money had failed hopelessly, because she’d actually ended up falling for the guy.
She gave her sister an I-know-better-smile. “Trust me, money and looks aren’t everything. You need someone you can connect with.”
A devilish smile curved on her sister’s lips. “Oh, we connected alright…in a kinky, dirty way.” She reached into her handbag again and pulled out her cell phone. “I’ve got photos if you want to see exactly how dirty it was.”
Trisha shook her head. “You’re disgusting!”
“What?” Stacey giggled. “Oh, c’mon. Are you telling me you’ve never tried anything crazy or kinky with Oliver…or Tyler for that matter?”
“Oliver, yes. Tyler, hell no! Don’t get me wrong, the guy’s amazing in bed, but getting him to try anything new is like trying to draw blood from a stone. It becomes predictable after a while.”
“Hmm…well then maybe he’s better off with that secretary of his. She’s as boring and predictable as he is.”
It took a few seconds for Trisha to register the statement. “Wait…you saw him…with a woman? I mean, he’s dating again…but…wait…Tyler doesn’t have a secretary.”
Stacey was quiet for a while as she tried to think back. “Maybe she’s not his secretary but you know her…the one who’s always at those boring benefit functions and charity events. Tall…awkward…dark hair.”
“Jordan?” Trisha asked in disbelief. She closed her eyes and tried to shake off the completely ludicrous idea. “Tyler is datingJordan? And he took her to Giovanni’s? That wasourspecial place. I haven’t been there since we broke up because that wasourplace and he tookherthere?”
“Maybe it wasn’t a date,” Stacey said quickly, trying to settle her sister.
“Of course it was a date! No one goes to Giovanni’s to discuss business. Did you speak to him? What did he say?”
“I didn’t speak to him. In case you forgot, I was on a hot date. Besides, he didn’t even notice I was there. There was a lot of commotion. Their waiter dropped her meal on her head and then there’s shock and gasps and she’s a total mess, but they don’t get up to leave. I would’ve died of embarrassment, but they just sat there and all of sudden they start laughing.”
“Laughing? Both of them?”
“Yeah, laughing…like two crazy people. Clearly they found something funny where no one else could see the joke.”
“That doesn’t make any sense!” Trisha didn’t realize it but she was shouting. “Tyler doesn’t laugh or joke, especially not with a woman who has food in her hair. That’s just—”
“Why are you so upset? I thought you were over him.” Stacey grasped her shoulders and turned her so she could look into her eyes. “You are over him, right?”
“I am,” Trisha replied, still sounding dejected. “I just can’t believe he would take Jordan of all people to Giovanni’s.”
