The Contract

Chapter 74-The Rejection

"He did what?!!!" I shot up my seat. "Oh my gosh!" my hands shot over my mouth. "What did she say? What did she say?"

"Mrs Ferrari..." The stylists came to me with a dress in hand, I held out one finger to her.

"Oh my gosh! I wish I didn't miss the gala!" I cried out Into the phone.

The door bell rang and I looked up. "Someone's at the door, Bella" I walked to it and pulled it open. There was Hillary.

"Oh my gosh, she's here. I'll call you back" with that I ended the call.

"Was that Bella?" She asked, walking in. "Yes, I heard what—"

"Justin proposed!!!" She announced and all eyes shot to us. "Okay, let's talk in the kitchen" I pulled her in.

"I can't believe he would do that, how could he do that?" She began pacing back and forth while I signalled Evelyn to get wine.

"I heard—"

"I thought he knew!" She shot back to me, I just needed more details on how it all went down. "He—Oh my gosh!"

I took the bottle from Evelyn and filled the glasses before handing one to her. She sighed and took it. "Did you know?"

"Of course not!"

"You literally talked about it Monday and he did it yesterday. How could he ruin something that was so perfect?" She wailed, taking a gulp of the wine.

"Okay, I get it, you're not happy about this. But if you were ready to have shits with Justin, why haven't you considered marriage?" I asked.

"Have you met Justin?!"

Before I could answer..."He might be all that, he's fit, fine and a great kisser..."

My face squinched, I didn't need to know that.

"But..." She began pacing again, taking another gulp from the glass. "Justin is a bit narcissistic, he spends an hour admiring himself in the mirror"

"You're exaggerating"

"Right before he asked me to marry him, he gave this whole ass speech about how he'll want our kids to look like him because of his perfect features!"

I bursted into laughter immediately. "It's not funny! He is always correcting my designs, telling me how to pose for pictures and always traveling all the damn time!"

"I thought you liked that"

"Not always, sometimes he zones out of the conversation just staring at himself, he even tells me what to wear. He has great taste but what the hell?!" She let it all out.

"Okay, calm down, Hillary. I didn't know...all this"

She let out an exasperated sigh and sat down. "I just wanted fun, nothing serious, but now I have to leave LA for good"

"What?"

"I actually came asking if I could hitch a flight with you guys to Italy tomorrow" she requested. "Hillary, you don't have to leave for good" I said, sitting beside her.

"We broke up after the shit he did yesterday and I'm sure your family hates me now"she pointed out and I nodded in agreement.

"Of course, you could come with us tomorrow" I answered and she sighed and gulped down everything in the glass. "Can I have another?"

I handed her the bottle and she filled up her glass again. "What's going on with the people in the house?" She asked.

"Oh, I'm updating my wardrobe" we got up and walked back into the living room. "Instead of going to the mall, bring the mall to your house, Mrs Ferrari"