pregnant. I can’t remember what Quinn called it—empire something or other. With a slit on the left side that goes to mid-thigh, it’s still quite sexy. Quinn had me pair it with simple black Jimmy Choo heels, but she’d insisted that I need party makeup, so I’m a bit more done-up than usual. My hair is swept over to one side and is hanging down over my shoulder in a bevy of curls. Quinn had been right. Getting dressed up was just the pick me up I needed.
“Are you beautiful ladies ready?” Alex asks, flashing his most charming smile at Quinn and me.
“I just need to change out my purse really quick,” I say, heading to my closet to grab my black clutch. I move everything I might need from my everyday purse and then make my way down the hall toward the coat closet for my dress coat.
As I reach the end of the hallway, I hear hushed murmuring from the entryway.
“Did you tell her?” Alex asks in muted tones.
“No,” Quinn answers.
“You know she’s going to be pissed, right?”
“I don’t care anymore. She needs this. They need this push.”
I have a feeling that I’m not going to like whatever it is that they’re talking about, so I choose to ignore it as I make my way toward the front door, resolving to find out tomorrow. I’m all dressed up and ready to go, and I don’t want anything to ruin my night out.
As we pull up to the Waldorf Astoria, I’m starting to wish I’d asked more questions regarding this event before agreeing to go. They don’t let just anyone host an event at the Waldorf on New Year’s Eve. Whatever charity is hosting this event, they’ve certainly gone all out.
Quinn and Alex get stopped near the entrance by an acquaintance of Alex’s, but I keep walking, taking everything in. I wish I would’ve known the event had a gold theme. I feel as though my dress clashes with everything… Oh well! I look damn good.
The table linens are white and covered with sparkly gold tulle. The square centerpieces are bowls with floating candles and glittering ornament-like balls in them. A huge sign over the stage area reads, “A New Year, A New Face.” Underneath, smaller gold letters spell out “The Tony Mathis Foundation.”
Now I know what the whispering must have been about. I’m going to kill those two—just as soon as I find them. How could they do this to me? Scanning the crowd, I try to find them, but I end up finding him instead. Of course he’s in a fucking tux… and he’s laughing it up as though he doesn’t have a care in the world. Fucking asshole. As much as I hate him—and I really fucking hate him—I can’t tear my eyes away from him. That is until I catch a flash of teal in my peripheral vision and beeline it toward my traitorous best friend and her date.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I growl out between my gritted teeth.
“I’m guessing you figured out where we are, huh?” She looks down at the floor to hide from my murderous glare. At least she has the decency to look remorseful.
I’m seething. “After everything I told you the other day while crying my eyes out, you decided this i s exactly what I need?” On what planet did she think this was a good idea?
“Yes, I did. You need a night out while looking absolutely fabulous, and he needs to see it. And you need to see him too. I think you should hear him out, Ash,” she says, a slight wariness in her voice. Quinn is never timid or wary, so she must really be worried about my reaction.
“This is the last thing I need. I’m horny twenty-four seven and getting off to my dreams of him fucking me, and you think I need to see him in a tux? He’s wearing a fucking tux, Quinn. My vagina doesn’t give a shit how much I hate him right now,” I spit at her, not caring that Alex can hear every word. At least he’s has the decency to keep any smart-ass comments to himself.
“Why don’t you just try to have a good time, Ashley? Hang out with us, and if Tanner tries to talk to you tonight,
“Are you beautiful ladies ready?” Alex asks, flashing his most charming smile at Quinn and me.
“I just need to change out my purse really quick,” I say, heading to my closet to grab my black clutch. I move everything I might need from my everyday purse and then make my way down the hall toward the coat closet for my dress coat.
As I reach the end of the hallway, I hear hushed murmuring from the entryway.
“Did you tell her?” Alex asks in muted tones.
“No,” Quinn answers.
“You know she’s going to be pissed, right?”
“I don’t care anymore. She needs this. They need this push.”
I have a feeling that I’m not going to like whatever it is that they’re talking about, so I choose to ignore it as I make my way toward the front door, resolving to find out tomorrow. I’m all dressed up and ready to go, and I don’t want anything to ruin my night out.
As we pull up to the Waldorf Astoria, I’m starting to wish I’d asked more questions regarding this event before agreeing to go. They don’t let just anyone host an event at the Waldorf on New Year’s Eve. Whatever charity is hosting this event, they’ve certainly gone all out.
Quinn and Alex get stopped near the entrance by an acquaintance of Alex’s, but I keep walking, taking everything in. I wish I would’ve known the event had a gold theme. I feel as though my dress clashes with everything… Oh well! I look damn good.
The table linens are white and covered with sparkly gold tulle. The square centerpieces are bowls with floating candles and glittering ornament-like balls in them. A huge sign over the stage area reads, “A New Year, A New Face.” Underneath, smaller gold letters spell out “The Tony Mathis Foundation.”
Now I know what the whispering must have been about. I’m going to kill those two—just as soon as I find them. How could they do this to me? Scanning the crowd, I try to find them, but I end up finding him instead. Of course he’s in a fucking tux… and he’s laughing it up as though he doesn’t have a care in the world. Fucking asshole. As much as I hate him—and I really fucking hate him—I can’t tear my eyes away from him. That is until I catch a flash of teal in my peripheral vision and beeline it toward my traitorous best friend and her date.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I growl out between my gritted teeth.
“I’m guessing you figured out where we are, huh?” She looks down at the floor to hide from my murderous glare. At least she has the decency to look remorseful.
I’m seething. “After everything I told you the other day while crying my eyes out, you decided this i s exactly what I need?” On what planet did she think this was a good idea?
“Yes, I did. You need a night out while looking absolutely fabulous, and he needs to see it. And you need to see him too. I think you should hear him out, Ash,” she says, a slight wariness in her voice. Quinn is never timid or wary, so she must really be worried about my reaction.
“This is the last thing I need. I’m horny twenty-four seven and getting off to my dreams of him fucking me, and you think I need to see him in a tux? He’s wearing a fucking tux, Quinn. My vagina doesn’t give a shit how much I hate him right now,” I spit at her, not caring that Alex can hear every word. At least he’s has the decency to keep any smart-ass comments to himself.
“Why don’t you just try to have a good time, Ashley? Hang out with us, and if Tanner tries to talk to you tonight,
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