𝙨𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡. 𝙢𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡
IN WHICH, veronica archibald and max wolfe's story is told. the it girl and the playboy of manhattan gets tied up in each other's strings, resulting in endless money, lies, sex, scandal, drama, tea...
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"happy almost thanksgiving, ms. xo" max said, holding a slice of toasted bread in front of veronica and letting her have a bite while he was holding it.
"mmm, i think it needs some butter" she chewed and sliced a cube. the two were in max's house. specifically, eating breakfast in his kitchen. after the two got ready in veronica's penthouse they went to max's house to check on gideon and saskia.
veronica was buttering the bread as they heard gideon come down the stairs. he was wearing a hoodie and a pair of sweats. "since when does your dad wear sweats?" veronica whispered to max. "never. he's like really fucked up right now" he whispered back.
"i can hear you two" gideon said as he grabbed a plate. "hi, mr. wolfe, good morning!" veronica awkwardly greeted, pretending that gideon didn't hear the two. "good morning to you too, thanksgiving is tomorrow and you have a lot to be thankful for. unlike me, i have nothing. i mean, look at me, in sweats? who would've thought?" he said, sitting in the chair infront of max and veronica.
veronica stayed silent and awkwardly took a bite off her toast. "well, i'm very thankful for you, mr. wolfe. you're an icon!" she said in attempt to make him feel better. "oh, veronica. you're such a sweet lady"
the two noticed that max was on his phone the whole time, he was checking his dms to gossip girl—he sent a sex tape of him and rafa. he texted, wondering if they'll use the video.
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"what's on the phone?" gideon asked. max looked up, looking at both veronica and his father. "nothing, surprisingly" he said, putting the phone down.
max and veronica looked at each other and then at gideon. they looked at him suspiciously, knowing that he wasn't okay. "don't start, i am great. i haven't slept this well in years. i have twice as much closet space, no denim in my eyeline, and i don't have to dyson up the dusting of potting soil that pops left behind every day. i am out of a decades-long cable knit-mare, and it's fantastic." max didn't look convinced, aswell as veronica.
"well, you look like a guest at canyon ranch, you haven't done your hair in a week-"
"you're wearing sweats and a hoodie, which i've never seen you wear in my whole entire life" veronica said.
