son on the back, and chuffed about the Rinaldi DNA being the best. After all, out of all those boys, it was his son I’ve chosen to spend my time with.
“Geez,” I grin, pushing back from my chair and standing up, deciding that showing off my food bump is probably a better option than pissing myself in this gown. “He thinks you’re some kind of stud.”
“I am a fucking stud, babe” he laughs, digging a hand into his suit jacket that hangs on the back of his seat and producing four condoms. “He just slipped these in my pocket and reminded me that my grandmother is coming to town next week.”
My brows furrow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“He wants me to ask for the family ring. Apparently, the fact that your part of the Carrington line and a woman, means you’re suitable marriage material.”
“The fuck?” I laugh. “Damn, he’s got his wires crossed. He’s going to be pissed when he realizes that I’m a nobody from Breakers Flats.”
“I know, but it’ll be worth it to see his face.”
“Promise that I’ll get to be there when he finds out?”
“Wouldn’t have it any other way, wifey.”
I roll my eyes knowing that’s going to stick so I might as well go along with it. “Alright, hubby. I gotta pee,” I tell him, indicating down to my empty glass. “If the pretty girl with the magic fruity drinks comes past, can you get me another?”
“Sure thing.”
With that, I start scrambling. Why is it that the second you stand up after drinking you always feel like an absolute mess? The room is spinning a little and I swear, if I throw up on Cora’s dress I’m going to be the joke of the town, considering I’m not already occupying that position.
I find mom across the room and she smiles brightly. She’s been watching me all night with that proud momma bear look on her face. You know, after she nearly dragged my ass out of here assuming I’d snuck in and stolen a dress. She quickly realized that tonight might be the only time I’ll ever get to play Cinderella, and she left me alone. But I’m not fooled, she’s been keeping a sharp eye on me.
I somehow make it to the bathroom and find myself looking around in awe. Out of the millions of bathrooms in the Carrington mansion, this is one of the many I’ve never wandered into. It’s flawless, absolutely stunning. I never really understood why people put so much money and effort into making luxurious bathrooms. I mean, do they realize that people use them for taking a shit? I have to admit though, it’s kind of nice to have the heated toilet seat. Well, I'm hoping it’s a heated toilet seat and not warmed by someone else’s ass.
I hold back a gag as I finish my business and quickly wash my hands so I can get back to the party. I'm seriously having an incredible night. Milo has introduced me to a few of the girls from Bellevue Springs Private. Though he was quick to realize that I don’t mix well with chicks. He also introduced me to some of Bellevue Springs' most eligible bachelors who don’t strut around with poles up their asses, then he introduced me to the very opposite. The people he thinks I should stay away from are most likely the people I’d get along with; the wild ones, the ones who know how to hook me up, and the ones who wouldn't judge me if I got fucked up and woke up in a strange hotel room.
I walk out of the bathroom and as I go, I pass one of those girls with a tray of champagne flutes. Clearly having learned nothing from my mistakes, I bring the glass to my lips and take a nice long drink.
Fuck.
Yep, it still tastes like piss, though now that my mind is a little foggy with all the fruity yumminess I’ve been drinking, it’s a little more tolerable. So because I like to punish myself, I throw back the rest of the glass and try not to choke on it. I'm a smart bitch like that.
I set the empty glass down on the edge of a stone statue in passing as I search for my new husband among the crowd. I wonder how many husbands I'm going to have before I get kicked out of Bellevue Springs.