Take this scene playing out in front of my eyes. All the yachts are docked in the harbor, lined up in front of all the trendy restaurants and beautiful orange and pink-washed buildings. Tourists walk along the water, gawking at all the billionaires’ toys, wondering what they all do for a living.
If they only knew little ol’ me still lives in a rundown shack with my parents. I’d burst their bubble of the image they’ve created.
“This is the life. No work, just play,” Camila sighs.
“Must be nice to have a rich daddy.” I smirk as she playfully hits my arm. She knows full well I’m kidding.
“I miss work.”
“Oh god, you would.” Addie plops down in the deck chair across from Camila and me.
I can barely take her seriously in her jet-black wig.
We’re all wearing one to support Camila, as her hair has barely grown back. She’s rocking a bright purple wig that perfectly matches her tanned skin tone, and I went for a bleach-blonde.
I shrug. “It’s what I love. I don’t miss waking up at six in the morning, but I miss applying myself and being part of a team, where we’re designing epic structures.”
“Lame. But I love that you love your job.”
I frown. “I thought you enjoyed working for your parents.”
Addie sighs and leans back with her spicy margarita in hand. “I do, but I’m just wondering if I’m missing out on building something of my own.”
“Well, you, Adelaide Sinclair, are one person I would invest everything I have in anything you do.”
“Thanks, chick.”
“Maybe you can do something on the side that you love? Similar to how I make jewelry.”
“And be an assistant?” Camila lifts a questioning brow. She’s been on me to cut ties with Mason; she thinks I’m overworking myself.
“Yeah. Yeah, and that. Mase better find someone soon, or I will quit.”
Addie chuckles. “You’d never leave your brother high and dry.”
“I know, but he’s a pain in my behind.” I take a sip of my drink. “This champagne is delicious.”
“Isn’t it?” Camila takes a sip of her own.
“For six hundred dollars a bottle, it better be,” Addie adds.
“What the hell?” I almost spit out what’s in my mouth, but I safely keep it in. This one sip is worth what? Fifty dollars?
Camila’s eyes sparkle. “Rich daddy, remember?”
I cross my legs and roll my eyes. “Even I’m not that stupid. I saw how many bottles were downstairs; Rosa would have your dad by the balls. Your brothers probably paid for that, too.”
She chuckles. “Harrison said he called and had it stocked for us.”
Now that makes more sense.
“Are you ever going to let go of that bag?” Addie holds her new Hermès purse, which she bought yesterday, like a newborn child.
“I’ve been fucking horny for this bag for the last two years. I’m not letting it out of my sight.”
Camila and I burst out laughing. “You need to get laid if you’re horny for a bag.”
Addie and Camila share a look before both turning their attention back toward me.
