“What the hell is her deal?” Carolina whispers to me.
“She’s Loony Laura. Of course she’s acting like a lunatic.”
“There he is!” Laura holds her hands up and starts clapping as Fitz enters the restaurant. “Let’s all give Fitz a big round of applause for letting us upgrade to this fabulous spot. And I just want to say, baby—” She turns to her fiancé.
I tune out the lovey-dovey language.
“Sorry I’m late. I meant to come earlier to help you set up.” His arms circle me briefly as he leans in to kiss me.
“Don’t worry about it. I did not expect you to come. There’s no need for both of us to go down with the ship. Besides, I didn’t need Loony Laura to jump you in the bathroom or something and drag you off.”
The team’s photographer snaps photos as Fiancé dips Laura into a kiss.
“Ah, young love.”
“Nothing like watching a new WAG come out of the oven.”
The other WAGs crowd around Laura, trying hard to keep the jealousy off their faces.
After getting a front-row seat to Kathy’s gilded cage of a WAG life, I’m pretty sure at least a few of them wish theyhad Laura’s disposable income. Or at least, I know Brinley does. She’s anxiously hovering around Knox, trying to get him to engage with her.
He turns away from her and stares at me. I feel sick, feel naked. I can feel him superimposing the nude pictures of me over my body.
I want to hide behind Fitz, sic him on Knox, and demand he fire him if he really loved me.
Get a grip.Knox is a nobody.He only has power if you give it to him.
I tighten my arms around Fitz’s waist.
He leans in to whisper in my ear. “When is this party over so I can take you downstairs to my office, bend you over my desk, and fuck you?”
Laura’s eyes narrow in the middle of her fiancé’s lavish speech of how much he loves her.
“No,” she says, interrupting her fiancé midspeech. “We are meant to be, but we didn’t meet and fall in love in high school, not like Winnie and Knox.” My frenemy gives me a mean look.
I’m shocked.
“But it does mean I skipped that awkward send-nudes-to-the guy-you-like phase, right, Winnie?”
The WAGs all gasp and turn to stare at me.
“What?” Kathy stammers. The meatball spoon clatters into the pan and sinks into the sweet barbecue sauce.
“Yeah, Winnie and—I mean, you all are sisters. I assumed you knew,” Laura says, evil glint in her eyes, fake smile still slapped on her face.
“You sent my boyfriend nudes?” Kathy cries quietly.
“That’s not what happened,” Carolina tells Kathy.
“Did she sleep with him?” Kathy demands.
I can’t even look at Fitz.
“You were sleeping with him when he was with Kathy, though, right? Or did I misunderstand that?” Laura says to me, acting all innocent, like she’s just asking questions instead of dropping a bag of flaming shit in the middle of her own engagement party.
“No, that’s not—”
“Cheater,” one of the WAGs whispers.
