“Morticia,” I hissed.
“What?” she whispered back. “We can’t admit we're here to cake-smash his cars.”
Diane Frost smirked. “Oh, you poor, stupid, heartbroken girl. Did you actually think my son was in love with you?”
I bit my lip. Yeah, actually, a part of me kind of had.
“He was just using you,” Diane continued. “He’s been with Sloane the whole time. You know, as a scientist you have to remain dispassionate in order to see the truth. That’s how I operate. Don’t let your emotions cloud your judgment. I’m right. Look at the facts.”
I did. I had. And the conclusion was that Owen had definitely been using me. I looked around in anger. Was I just another thing that Owen had acquired because he could? Did he collect women like cars?
“This is your big moment, Holly,” Morticia said. She pressed a button on her phone, and the Russian dance fromTheNutcrackerbroke out, echoing around the parking deck. I pulled out a bag of royal icing and dumped it over the nearest car. Fiona handed me two cupcakes, and I hurled them at two more pristine black cars.
“More icing!” Fiona cheered.
I dragged the bucket of buttercream frosting and dumped it all over a silver Porsche, covering it with red. For good measure, I lobbed handfuls of red and green sprinkles onto the frosting. They stuck, speckling the car.
“Have fun licking that off, dick!”
I smashed several cupcakes on a Lamborghini, smearing the red and green frosting all over the windshield, cake crumbling on the sleek hood of the car. White chocolate went all over the Bugatti that he’d driven me around in, then came fistfuls of red sugar, the crystals raining over the car like angry snow.
“Stop it!” another woman shrieked. Amber raced toward me in an elf costume that was a lot sexier than mine. She had on mile-high stilettos and was hobbling along as she approached. “That’s my boyfriend's car.” She ran to Fiona and tried to wrestle the cupcakes out of her arms.
“I made these! Get your own cupcakes!” she hollered.
Morticia picked up the bat, comically wrapped in Christmas paper and a bow, and swung it around.
“Keep going, Holly! Finish the job. I’ll hold her off!”
Amber managed to snag a cupcake. She hauled back and threw it at me. I ducked, squirting a nice stream of frosting along the length of a white McLaren Lotus. The cupcake barely missed me and instead hit Sloane in the face.
“Where did you come from?” She, too, was wearing a sexy elf costume.
“My future daughter-in-law!” Diane Frost said, pleased to see her.
“I was coming out here to give Owen a little surprise,” Sloane said, “but clearly you animals ruin everything for people who are just trying to make their men happy.”
“Because nothing says ‘I love you more’ like pimping yourself out to win a magazine award,” Morticia shot out.
Sloane plunged at me, wrestling me for the icing. “Give it to me! I’m going to kill her!”
“All of you need to make your own baked goods!” Fiona shouted. “We spent hours on these!Hours!” She smashed a cupcake in Amber’s face. Amber lunged at her.
I hoped Morticia had it under control. I was too busy avoiding Sloane. She had several inches on me, and unlike me, she did real workouts, not the “How fast can I shovel these chips and dip into my mouth?” kind.
Sloane finally wrestled the frosting from me, squirted it in my face, then ran to Morticia. I lunged at Sloane's ankles, and we both went down in the icing and destroyed cupcakes.
Morticia was still swinging the bat around. Dr. Frost did some sort of jujitsu move and took the bat, throwing it away. She tried to punch Morticia, but my friend ducked. Fiona was trying to throw a cupcake at Amber, but her aim was off, and Owen's mom scored a cupcake to the face.
Slone kicked at me then ran to the group. I raced after her, slipping and sliding in the icing. I grabbed a cupcake. I was furious at Sloane and the whole situation. Raising my arm, I hurled it at her. She ducked, and I watched as the cupcake flew through the air right at a very confused-looking Owen.
74
Owen
Ilooked up to see what looked like Santa's toy shop dumped out in my garage. Elves were everywhere.
“Owen!” my mom called.
