Still, a part of me wanted to sleep with him.You’re just horny.
“I’m sure Hazel has some chores you can do around the restaurant,” I told my sisters as they angrily jumped out of the car after I parked.
Kate texted me after I had given Hazel a rundown of the events.
Kate:Do you need me to come over for the pre-date-run pep rally?
Shoot. The date.
Meg:I’m still dealing with my sisters.
Kate:Oh okay.
Kate:Don’t forget to shave! I told Walter to arrive at your place at seven!
Meg:Maybe tell him to come another time.
Kate:No! *smiley face* You need to get laid!
Kate:He’ll wait *wink emoji*
“You can’t really fault them,” Hazel said as she made grilled cheese sandwiches for us.
“Of course I can. They started a fight!” I slipped my phone back in my purse, trying to figure out a way to cancel.
“And it sounds like you won!” she praised them. “Don’t let those boys get you down! Women have to stick up for each other.”
“Yes, but it’s going on their permanent records.”
“Exactly,” Hazel said, “and now everyone in school knows not to mess with the Loring sisters!”
“They need to be disciplined,” I protested.
“How about working in the shop and earning some money?” Hazel said.
“You’re not helping.”
“You’re being a stick in the mud. Go on Tinder and find a hookup. You’ll feel better. Trust me!”
* * *
Of coursenot all of us can have a billionaire at their beck and call who also adores them and isn’t a liar or manipulative, I fumed as I drove my hunk of junk station wagon back to my apartment.Sure must be nice to have a fiancé who loves you and thinks you walk on water.
I parked the car then stomped upstairs to my apartment.It is pathetic that you are jealous of your younger sister.
But there it was. I wanted what she had with Archer. And that was my issue with Walter—I could not see myself building a life with him at all.
My reflection stared back at me from the small mirror in my studio apartment entrance. I looked tired and frustrated. I smoothed out the frown lines on my forehead.You need onion rings and a chocolate shake and a fun movie. Not a date.
I fished out my phone to call Kate and ask her to tell Walter that he shouldn’t bother coming up from Manhattan. But when I took out my phone, there was a message from him.
Walter:I have a very nice evening for us planned. Kate told me you had a rough day.
The doorbell rang, and I immediately freaked. Was he here? Now? I checked the time; it was only six. Who was at the door? Was it Karen?
When I opened it, there was a pinched-nosed teenager with a baseball cap with the logo of one of the local florists. He carried a huge bouquet of flowers, with pink roses, chrysanthemums, hydrangeas, and peonies.
“Delivery for you, ma’am,” he said, thrusting it at me.
