"What do you mean, who? He was your long-lost love for so long."
"He was not my love, girl."
"He was about to propose to you. Let's be real."
"He was not about to propose to me because he loved me. He probably thought I had that trust fund, and he was hoping to get his greedy little paw on it, even though I have shit. It's. Hunter."
"Hunter," she repeats slowly. "Like someone who hunts deer or?—"
"No, girl. Hunter. The guy who stole my cupcake, that I saw at the bookstore, that was there when Patrick was fucking that bimbo, and I caught him."
"Oh, the cute guy that you can't stand."
"He's not cute. Well… I mean… okay, he's kind of cute. He was in the yard, gardening with his shirt off, and before I knew it was him, I was definitely thinking,This is a man I might like to bang.But then he took off his sunglasses and moved his cap to the side, and I realized it was him."
"Shit. What did he say?”
“He didn’t see me. He doesn’t know I work here.”
“So, what are you going to do?"
"I'm feeling like I should just quit and not come back."
"You cannot just quit and not go back. I thought you were going to use this as an opportunity to get an inside story on the most powerful and rich family on the island."
"Girl, I'm not going to lie, the Waverlys seem eccentric. I would never believe they were billionaires if I didn't know they were. Preston Waverly seems like he's out of it. Enid doesn't seem much better."
"Don't they have children and grandsons and shit? Didn't Holly say that one of the grandsons is in charge of the entire company and is dating that supermodel or something, and that they might be having the wedding of the summer?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"I think it would be kind of cool to have inside knowledge about that and break the story first. Holly would love you."
"Holly will never love me."
"Yeah, maybe not, but it's worth a try to get a story that no one else can get."
"You're right.” I sigh. “Oh, did I tell you that my sister and Garth just bought a new Mercedes G Wagon?”
“Wow. Must be nice.”
“I mean, you can afford that, too," I say, giggling. "But it's just like… I feel like she does these things just to rub it in my face."
"What do you mean?"
"Everyone has known my entire life that my dream car is a Mercedes G Wagon. My sister doesn't care about them, but now she has one. I just feel like she's always trying to show that she's better than me. She's married, she has the perfect husband, now she's got the Mercedes G Wagon, and she's got a great job, and she's blonde and cute, and she's just everything that I'm never going to be. And I feel like she just loves to shove it in my face."
"Oh, Gina, you shouldn't feel that way."
"I know I shouldn't. I sound like a jealous bitch. She's my sister, and yet I just don't feel like I'm a good enough Spellman. I feel like a loser."
"You are not a loser."
"Thanks, I guess."
"Hey, listen to me, Gina. You're not a loser. You're fun, you're funny, you're gorgeous, and you were a frigging FBI agent last week.”
“Ha. Very funny.”
