𝐻𝒾𝓈 𝒫𝓇𝑒𝒸𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝒫𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓈

Chapter 21

Lᴜᴋᴇ:
"Champagne." I smirk at her. Her eyes bulged out of their natural form, and she stands up.

"Lucas Julian Cruz! Are you bloody joking!? We could get into some serious trouble! Oh God, What was I thinking coming on this trip! Maria Rose Adams! What are you doing with your life? Oh God, I won't be able to become a fashion designer for all the little kids who can't have their own clothes. All thanks to you! Lucas!" She angrily yelled. I could tell she became more angry, once I chuckled.

"What on Hell's name are you laughing about? This is serious!"

"Princess, it's Cola. I promise, I was joking." She sits back down, watching my every movement.

"Hm. Good." Before I sit closer to her, she looks me in the eyes before sighing.

Not in a good way.

"I'm sorry. It's ju- just the pregnancy hormones."

The what now?!

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I raise my voice.

"I- I- Just ask Nick. He'll understand."

My anger grew so hard that I was ready to break something. How could Nick do this sort of shit? I trusted him with my life. Just wait 'til I get onto his ass. That's not a joke.

Marie started laughing so hard, she had tears running down her eyes.

Fuck.

"You fell for it! That's payback. Oh, how payback is a bitch, they say."

"That really hurt my feelings." I pouted. She pecked my lips. After a few more seconds, she fell back down to the floor dying of laughter. I couldn't help but hold in my laughter since she had slipped when she fell on the floor.

I helped Marie stand back up, before she fixed her dress and sat back down.

"You know," she started. "if Mother ever found out that I had a laughter attack I would be in so much trouble. Especially, since I had fallen on the floor like I had stomach pains or something." She chuckled.

"Why would you be in trouble?"

"Well, Mother says it's not ladylike to laugh loudly. Or to curse, or to wear daggy clothes or- You get the point." She explained.

"Wow, well that's tough. I mean, here in America if you're rich, you're rich. You don't have to act a certain way just because you have money and others don't."

"See, she disagrees. I personally like both sides. When you have money, you shouldn't show that you didn't work for it, because occasionally you did. Unless you're just spoiled. Though, being a little bit too high is a little mean." She spoke with her hands.

I love the way she can do that. Where she knows what she's talking about. She knows how she wants to explain it. She explains carefully so no one gets offended or hurt by it. She's extra careful with the way she speaks, so she doesn't say something false or untrue. Honestly, mistakes are mistakes when it comes to words, but her Mother says it's a bit strange or weak to say 'um, er, eh' things being cut off by thinking. Marie was explaining this all to me.

I never knew so many rules had to be perfection in life. Jesus, Marie's probably got them written in a book.

~~~

We arrived to New York, and a taxi was waiting for us. Our things were exported into the taxi, and we were headed to the Penthouse.

Don't ask me why, we got a Penthouse. Dad used to keep for him and Mom, which to my conclusion, they kept it to fuck. Alyssa and I would go to our Grandma's house while Mom and Dad were on 'business trips'.