Fairy Godmother for Hire

Birkin Bag

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Birkin Bag {{14}}

"Phil's getting suspicious." Leo says out of nowhere.

"What?" I mumble with my mouth full of turkey sandwich.

"Diana says he's been reading her texts and asking her lots of questions." He plays with the placemat on the table.

"I hate that guy." I say and push my plate forward. I've lost my appetite.

"Me too." Leo looks up at me. "What's the next step?"

"Um. Well." I fiddle with the bread and I get crumbs everywhere.

"Do you have a next step?" Leo asks.

"Yes. Of course. Do you think I'm an idiot?" I scoff.

"Little bit." I throw the newspaper at him. "My mom's kinda mad that I wasn't there last night." He folds the paper up.

"I'll buy her a Birkin bag." I shrug.

"Rose, family comes first." Leo says softly.

"Are you going to start quoting Disney movie lines?" He leans back in his chair and gives me his miffed look.

I get that look a lot from him.

I really don't know why, I'm such a charming person.

"Just think of it this way. The sooner we get Diana and you together, the sooner she can be part of your family. Bam! Problem solved." I throw my napkin on the table when I said bam.

"I don't know if I'm ready for something like this." Leo sighs and he rests his forehead on the table.

"You sound like a 12 year old about to get her first period. Shut up and accept the fact that you love her." I take my plate to the sink. I'm trying to separate some distance between us so I don't smack him.

"I don't love her." Leo says all too quietly.

"You were saying her name in your sleep." Jack says as he looks over the edge of the section of his newspaper.

"How do you know?" I stand behind Jack and I look over at Leo who looks creepy out about what Jack's about to say.

"Oh I, I came downstairs to make sure the door was locked and stuff." Leo slowly moves his chair closer to mine.

"When we get back to Manhattan I will personally apologize to your mother, get you a detailed step-by-step plan, and get my self a manicure." I hold my nails in the light.

"No cookie basket." Leo warns.

"People love my cookie baskets." I argue. He doesn't know what he's talking about.

"Not when you bake them." Jake mumbles.

Correction, they don't know what their talking about.

******

So much snow. Ugh.

I start to slide in my heels on the porch steps. These freakin steps are icy as hell.

Ok that doesn't make any sense.

I ring the doorbell, gift in hand, Greg opens the door.

"Well look, if it isn't David's fairy godmother." Holy crap. I freeze in my place. I think I'm having a heart attack.

"I'm just kidding. I wouldn't want to say anything mean about him or his choice in friends." The man laughs.

"Oh," I laugh with him. "Ha ha ha."