I knew that my anger towards Nate was misdirected. He didn't really do anything wrong seeing as I was the one who approached him. But I was far too embarrassed to think logically.
"wh-what's going on?" muttered Jessica, still tipsy and drooling from Lila's bed.
"Nothing. Go back to sleep" I snapped.
I needed a new game plan if I was ever going to get Ethan Davenport to see me as "wife material". Standing in front of the mirror, I inspected every square inch of my body, looking for flaws so that I could blame my love-less life on them. I guess I could stand to lose a few pounds by Hollywood standards. But even if I did, there was still no way I could compete with the Gigi Hadids of the world. I tousled my long blonde hair, letting it fall casually over my shoulders. I began reapplying my Yves St Laurent lipstick just as Lila burst through the door.
She was panting and looked visibly stressed. This was so unlike her.
"Lila, are you okay?" I asked concerned, running towards her.
"Downstairs. Now. You need to see this." she gasped, between breaths.
I froze, imagining every awful cringey experience of my life waiting to greet me downstairs.
Even Jessica was wide awake and by my side now.
"Lila just tell me what's going on, I don't want any surprises, I've been humiliated enough tonight." I said firmly, refusing to move toward the stairs.
"Rosie, I don't know what to say, your parents need you, just go down."
A shiver crawled up my spine as the seriousness in Lila's voice became apparent.
What on earth was waiting for me downstairs?
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Beverly Hills Brat
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