Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 122506 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 613(@200wpm)___ 490(@250wpm)___ 408(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122506 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 613(@200wpm)___ 490(@250wpm)___ 408(@300wpm)
“I expect so. It is your job, after all.”
“Yes.” The reminder is a good one. It was just a job.
“So you didn’t have a job to do over there,” she says with a grin. “You went and got secretly hitched!”
“Surprise,” I say weakly.
“Do I get to meet this husband of yours, then?” she asks, pressing her chin to her hand.
“I’m sure you will.” Fin was great with Sarai, so I know he’ll be good with Ronny. I bet he builds a rapport with everybody he meets. Decent, kind, sexy Fin.
“That’s not him downstairs in the Mercedes people carrier, is it?”
“What Mercedes?”
“The bloke driving it looks like a policeman, but the wheels are too posh for him to be a copper,” she adds, using the colloquial term for a policeman. One of the more polite ones, at least.
“That’s nothing to do with me,” I say as I pull out my phone to check the time. Or to see if I’ve received an alert for a new post on that awful gossip column. And what do you know? I have. A fist grasps, then twists my innards, but I won’t look at the post now.
“Is that A Little Bird?” Ronny peers over the top of my phone, so I flip it over.
“Yeah. I was just checking something.”
“It’s so trashy,” she says with a laugh. “But it gives me life.”
“What?”
“I love it. It’s, like, a guilty pleasure.”
“Reading about . . .”
“What’s going on in London. How the other half live and all that. Like, last year, when that woman trashed her wedding after finding her man had been cheating.”
“I read about that. It was awful.”
“I watched the Pulse Tok,” she says, beginning to rummage through her backpack. “I high-key loved it.”
“But the bride was devastated.”
“She served him his arse,” she says, her tone making it clear she disagrees. “Then it went viral, and that man was tortured! The best part was he was so salty about it, which just meant he was heaped on even more.”
“I didn’t see any of that.” But he deserved it, I think as she pulls out her phone. She’ll just be checking her texts. I hope. Or her Snaps. She’s obsessed with Snapchat.
“Gossip is, like, so nourishing it should be its own food group.” But then her eyes widen, and I realize my thoughts were just wishful thinking as she scrolls. And scrolls. And then suddenly sits back in her chair.
“Sis,” she admonishes as she sets down her phone. “I am shook.”
And I’ve been busted, it would seem.
Chapter 30
Mila
“Have you read this? Read what this skank is saying about you?” she says, brandishing her phone.
“No, and I’m really not interested.”
“I get it. You’re too classy to spill the tea. Congrats on your new man, though. He is fine.”
“Thanks.” I think. As if this wasn’t an awkward enough exchange.
“I can’t believe she’s sayin’ this shit, though.”
“What?” Okay, so that didn’t last very long, I think as I flip over my phone.
A Little Bird Told Us . . .
Oh, what a tangled web the gorgeous Fin DeWitt weaves, according to his former love interest, reality TV star Charlotte Bancroft. The saga continues!
Blond Charlotte took a break from filming the new season of Made in Richmond to confide that she was “rocked” by the news of his sudden wedding, adding, “It was only three weeks ago that we had dinner together. He’s been working in the Far East, and I was looking forward to being reunited with him.” She added that his new romance must’ve been “a whirlwind affair.”
“Affair!” I spit.
“She is, like, so main charactering right now,” Ronny adds angrily. “As if this is even about her! You’re the one that married him. A hard launch too.”
“Yes, I suppose our marriage was a hard launch. A surprise, anyway.” Most of all to us. “But the tabloids can’t be trusted for real news,” I add, trying to temper my anger as I lower my attention once more.
The svelte Surrey native added that she harbors Fin’s new bride no ill will and wishes her luck in keeping her man’s eye from wandering. “He’s a very generous man, both inside and outside of the bedroom. Of course, we can all see her attraction.”
“What the fuck!”
Oh, well. That didn’t last long.
And as the spokesperson for SynCycle, the latest gym sensation to hit the UK, she added she’d be willing to introduce curvy Mila to the worldwide craze. “I can tell it hasn’t hit the poor girl what it takes to be in the public eye, but she can rely on me to show her the ropes.” She just needs to “reach out.”
“Reach out and throttle her, more like,” I mutter. “Don’t for a minute believe any of this.” I hate the post’s accompanying image. Charlotte Bancroft doesn’t look pregnant. In fact, she looks like she barely eats. It was obviously me the journalists were talking about at the airport. Just because I’ve got a bit of a tummy.