“Sort of.” Nora looks away.
“Anyway, we met because Nora booked me into my ex-boyfriend's dad’s penthouse, and what a wonderful fuck up that was.” Anaïs scrunches her nose.
Rue and Nora are constantly beaming.
“I love that,” Edel says, finishing her wine off. “So, what happened with the dad?”
Anaïs holds her left hand up. “We got married.”
“No way!” Edel’s mouth pops open.
“Yup, I know it’s fast, but when you know, you know, right?” She lifts a shoulder.
“Totally.” Nora nods.
“How did Royce take it?” Edel continues, and I don’t know why but it’s making me feel awkward.
“Pretty well. I mean, he was angry at first, but he accepted it. I think it was because he always knew I wasn’t his person…” Her eyes flick over to me and I drop mine. My heart gallops in my chest like a wild horse.
“Drink?” Edel changes the subject swiftly and Rue fills her glass.
“What’s the game plan?” Anaïs asks, her fingers drumming on Rue’s counter.
“Signing starts in just over an hour, then I’m thinking why don’t we go for food? We can use Creed’s yacht,” Rue suggests and Nora looks at her confused.
“He lost his yacht in a bet, didn’t he?” Anaïs words float through the bookstore.
“A bet?” I ask.
“Yeah, he was adamant nothing was going to happen between him and Anaïs. He was so sure that he bet his yacht… and yeah, I think you know what happened.” Nora smirks.
“He bought a new one,” Anaïs mutters. “Actually, two.” She furrows her brows.
“Of course he did.” Rue sighs, rolling her eyes. “I need to find myself a billionaire.”
“Get hunting, plenty will be flocking the streets of Monaco this weekend.” Nora winks.
“Ha, wouldn’t get that lucky.” I watch as her expression changes.
“Never say never,” Nora shrugs, finishing her glass.
“Do we have to do anything or is everything set to go?” Anaïs asks looking around her friend’s shop.
“Everything is all set,” Rue mutters, opening the fresh bottle of wine.
“Are you all set?” Anaïs turns to me and I swallow.
“I think so. I’ve never done anything like this before,” I admit, nerves making themselves known in the depths of my stomach.
“It’s going be amazing.” Anaïs claps her hands together. “I’ve read a couple and have been hooked.”
I shrink back.
“I can’t wait to read the new one. How is it coming along?” she asks, twisting her body towards me as she takes a sip of her wine.
I mirror her move. “Slow, but words are flowing,” I admit, giving a curt nod.
“Has Royce been helpful?”
