Collette grins. "She seems cool on social media. Felix is smitten. It's adorable and kind of gross."
“As long as he is happy and she doesn’t fuck his best friend, then she’s an improvement from the last one.”
Collette nods. "Agreed. Plus, she’s like a billionaire. She owns one of the best PR firms in New York. She's the GOAT of PR and influencer marketing. She's also a super famous socialite. Her family owns Rose Hotels."
“You sound like a fan girl.”
“I am. She’s just so cool.” Collette sits on the bed. Watching me.
"So," she says. Too casual.
I know that tone. "So what?”
"You look different."
"I'm hungover. Went out last night with Polly, Hazel, and Tate."
Collette eyes me suspiciously. "You never go out. But that's not it. It's something else." She tilts her head. Studying me. "Did you get laid?"
I freeze with a dress halfway out of my suitcase.
Collette gasps. "Oh my god. You did. You totally did.”
"I don't know what you're talking about." I ignore the thumping in my chest.
"Joelle Marie St. Pierre. You did." She's grinning now. Delighted. "Who? When? Tell me everything."
"There's nothing to tell."
"Bullshit. I can see it on your face. You're all ... glowy."
"I'm not glowy," I argue back.
"You are. You're glowing. Ice Queen Jo finally melted." She claps her hands together. "This is amazing. Was it one of the rugby players?"
I sigh, turning to face her. "It wasn't a rugby player."
"Then who?"
"Just ... a guy."
"A guy. Very descriptive."
"I met him at a club, the night before I flew out."
Collette's eyes widen. "You had a one-night stand?"
"Don't sound so shocked."
"I'm not shocked. I'm impressed." She pats the bed beside her. "Sit. Tell me."
I sit because I kind of want to talk to her about it.Kind of.
"His name is Emmett," I start.
"Emmett. Sexy name."
"He was ... sexy and grumpy. Didn't want to be at the club any more than I did.”
