She glared at me, but I just winked at her.
“Sleep tight,” I said when the pain medicine started to work. Before getting up and walking toward the door.
“She’s sleeping,” I told them and walked up to Ethan, lifting the letter. “She wanted me to burn this.”
His eyebrows frowned together as he took it. His eyes skimmed the first line before realizing who it was from…slowly he read until he relaxed and then that smug smirk of his returned to his face. I could tell from the expression on his face he held his mother’s words as gospel.
“You think you can do it?” he asked.
“I already am. Thank you very much,” I answered, snatching it back. I folded it, throwing it into my small purse. At least something else but a lipstick was there.
“Do what?”
Both of us, almost as if we had forgotten everyone was around us, looked at Donatella, whose eyes were glued to my purse.
“Nothing.” I obviously lied and I did it cheerfully, facing Ethan again. “Does this wedding come with food or am I supposed to just keep being a jewelry holder?”
Ethan looked at me as if I were mad, seeing as how I’d stuffed myself with fancy rich people pasta, bourbon meatballs, grilled scallops, popcorn, and ice cream at the mansion before coming over here.
“Say anything that I’ll take as you calling me fat.” I dared him to comment.
“And you’ll do what?”
“Oohh…dumb question.” His uncle Neal groaned, putting his hands over his mouth. Declan just covered his mouth with his hand, shaking his head at him.
“You’ll regret that one, believe me.”
“Is this secret marriage meeting done?” Sedric asked curiously before walking over to me and putting his hand over my shoulder. “If so, I’m totally liking where cousin-in-law’s mind is at with th
is food business.”
“Hands,” Ethan said to him.
Sedric made a face and lifted his hands up in surrender.
“It’s already here,” Coraline replied, checked her phone, and not a second later the elevator pinged. When the doors opened the guards, much more of them now that so many of us were here, scanned them before letting them forward.
“Set up in the room,” Coraline directed her private chefs.
I was thinking pizza but apparently I was still thinking small as I watched the men in white chef hats roll their carts toward the room. There was even a wedding cake with the initials E.I. on the top.
“Well, come on.” Cora looked back at the rest of them.
“What would we do without you, Mom?” Darcy tried to hug her, but Declan stuck his hand out, pushing him and taking his wife forward, making everyone laugh.
I saw Wyatt trying to make his escape. I was sure Ethan saw too but didn’t say anything.
So while everyone was walking forward, I said, “You said you’d help the victims, right?”
He froze and looked at me, dressed in his blue scrubs.
“Well, a church fell on me this morning. My wedding is being done in a hospital room and no one from my side of my family is here. You’re adding insult to injury by leaving…do no harm, Doc,” I said, trying to act really hurt.
“You’re going to be a pain. I can tell,” he muttered to himself before walking past me toward his grandmother’s room.
“Takes one to know one.” I spun back on the balls of my feet.
Ethan watched him go in.