Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 82163 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82163 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
She throws up her hands. “I’m ready.” She looks me up and down. “Are you ready?”
“What is wrong with what I’m wearing?” I look down at blue jean shorts and my oversized gray-and-white striped linen shirt, tied loosely at the waist, and the sleeves rolled up to my elbows.
“Nothing if you aren’t trying to pick up anyone,” she says, turning and walking back to her bedroom.
“We are going on a plane with our family members!” I shout at her retreating back. “Who the fuck am I trying to pick up?”
She looks over her shoulder at me. “The pilot.”
“Who could be a woman.” I can’t let her have the last word, obviously.
“Don’t forget to pack condoms,” she fights back with words. “Wouldn’t want you to get knocked up on your first try.”
“You are such a bitch,” I tell her, and she just smirks.
“Takes one to know one.” She holds her arms over her head and puts her hands together in the shape of a heart.
“Why are you even living in my house?” I ask, and all she does is laugh at me. I grab my Dior bag and then carry my luggage downstairs. “Four minutes,” I yell and hear wheels rolling across the floor. Gabriella comes out of her room with one suitcase in front of her and another behind her.
“I’m coming,” she declares, getting to the top of the stairs, picking up one bag, and carrying it down before walking back up and repeating it for the next one. When she finally gets back down the stairs, she is panting.
She walks over to the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water. “You are bringing two suitcases?” I ask her. She just nods while she drinks half the bottle of water as if she just worked out for an hour instead of twenty-six stairs.
“Remember the last time I brought one suitcase and I was missing all sorts of stuff?” She looks at me, and I just shake my head. “This time, I brought backup plans.” She points at me. “And I’m not sharing.”
“Fine by me,” I walk to the door when I hear someone in the driveway. “I’m planning on being in my bikini all day and having one outfit per night.”
“Same,” she agrees, coming to me, and I just look at her. “Okay, fine, I will go to breakfast in one outfit and then bikini and then dinner.” I tilt my head to the side, and she throws her hands up, “Okay, I have outfits in case there is someone I need to impress.” I just laugh at her. “Let’s go.” She ushers past me. “We are going to be late.” She stops mid-step. “I’ll bring my camera,”
I walk out after her, and the heat hits me right away. “It’s so hot,” I mumble as I close the door behind me but then rush back in to make sure I closed and locked everything. I jog up the steps to Gabriella’s room, seeing it in a total mess. But I just walk toward the bathroom, making sure she didn’t leave anything on. I do a quick sweep and then walk back out, closing and locking the door.
I see the black car with the trunk already closed and the driver waiting for me by the door. He opens the back door for me as I slide in. “Did you go back and make sure I didn’t leave anything on in my bathroom?” Gabriella asks, looking up from her phone.
“No,” I lie to her, and she just laughs.
“Maury said that’s a lie,” she jokes with me. “You forget.” She turns and continues on her phone. “I know you better than you know yourself.” I’m about to say something to her when she just looks over at me and smiles so big it fills her whole face. “Also, I was ready before you.” I snicker. “Was I not in the car before you while you did what you did?”
I don’t bother answering her while I buckle my seat belt and the car starts moving. My phone beeps in my purse. I open my bag, grabbing it and looking down to see that Christopher texted the family chat.
Christopher:
I’m on the plane.
Gabriella:
Congratulations, you have activated Squid Games.
I snort out.
Christopher:
It feels like Hunger Games on this plane.
Me:
How many people are left to board?
Christopher:
No one, we are closing the doors now. Your boarding pass has been canceled.
“He’s hilarious,” Gabriella says to me while her fingers go nuts.
Gabriella:
Good, so we’ll fly in our own plane. Bottom line, you still lose.
Christopher:
I really think our family needs to stop producing children. It’s like the Gremlins in here.
Me:
You were one of those Gremlins at one point.
Dylan:
Did you just call my kids Gremlins?
Gabriella:
He did.
Me:
You should kick his ass.
Alex:
I thought I left this group chat.
Me:
Dylan added you back in.
Alex has left the group chat.
Dylan has added Alex back to the group.