“So, how’s the WAG life?” I ask her as the hockey players troop off.
“Honestly…” Laura leans forward. “Honestly, I don’t understand what any of them do all day. Like, your sister—she was a WAG, right? She was telling me at the bar, and I was like, ‘What did shedoall day?’ You know, like, Winnie, you know I work, right? Like, I work. Like, we—” She points between us. “We know work. None of these bitches could bring home the bacon.”
Laura crosses her arms. “I’m not like them. I actually understand hockey. I play golf. Nolan and I go golfing, you know.”
I’m getting ready to strangle myself with a pastry rope.
A big plus of not being in private equity anymore was Loony Laura not being in my social sphere.
Carolina and I have barely gotten a word in. She’s so self-absorbed.
“So, let’s look at the wedding plan,” I interject when Laura takes a breath to start talking again. “I think Kathy’s been working on it.”
We take a seat at the table. Kathy pulls out her notebook. “So, the bridesmaids? We need to make sure there are enough people in the wedding party.”
“Is, um, Knox in the wedding party?” Carolina clears her throat.
“He and Nolan are apparently buddies. You know, men! Of course, my fiancé is not like them, though.” She waves the hand with the big diamond. “I mean, none of those guys could handle a real woman like me. They’re all incompetent man-children.”
On that we can agree.
“I mean, look at the women they pick. Like, hello? Pathetic. And now half these cows are pregnant and my wedding photos are going to look terrible.”
“Did you have a wedding planner we need to coordinate with?” I ask.
“Weddings in the City dropped me. Can you believe it? And I said—I told them—I said, ‘I am in private equity. I can throw a party.’ Anyways, the bachelorette party—those pregnant girls can’t come. Okay, off the list. They need to be off the list.” She taps Kathy’s notebook.
“But you’re bringing your billionaire boyfriend, huh, right?” Laura turns that strained smile on me. “Nolan said he saw the two of you cozy at the hockey game. Sutter, Gaines and McCall has a new project coming up. I’m hoping Fitz’ll be at the engagement party and we can all talk business. I mean, I think we’ll need a break from that, right?” She nods to the WAGs taking photos of pastry.
I nod. “Excuse me for a moment. I think Olive’s about to burn down the kitchen.”
I pace around the kitchen. The ovens are going full blast, and it does nothing to help my migraine.
I cannot stand Loony Laura.
What’s worse is now she’s making me feel sorry for the WAGs—the very people who made my little sister’s life miserable. For freak’s sake, Laura’s having Knox’s affair partner be her bridesmaid while she wants Kathy to be one too.
And Knox…
I’m going to have to see Knox. For the next, what, year? When is this wedding?
I’m trying to pull it up on my calendar whenthe door slams.
“Olive, don’t open that oven door,” I warn, not looking up.
“Don’t worry, I won’t,” a male voice booms.
Knox.
“You can’t be back here.” I slam the notebook closed.
“I can’t?” He advances on me. “You were mine first, remember? All of you belongs to me.”
“You didn’t want me.” My nostrils flare.
His mouth screws up. “My mother says she saw a man coming into your house last night.”
I really have to struggle to keep my expression neutral.
