Hostile Takeover

Chapter Twenty-Six

Quinn was not as excited as she thought she would be about her divorce party. She knew she should try to get more into it, Kat and Summer certainly were. She just needed to view it as a chance to let her hair down, to relax a bit. If only she was more confident in her decision to leave Gray. She had been so close to giving in to him when they'd been locked in the bathroom last week, especially when he'd kissed her. God how she'd just wanted to melt right into him. He was still so beautiful to her, but she had to remember all of the bad points to their marriage, too. Like how desperately unhappy she'd been because she was alone all the time and the other women. She knew she could've moved past all of that with the help of Kendall, but when she found out he'd wagered their marriage against his company, it was like the final straw.

"Hey, there you are," said Summer as she came into the kitchen.

"Here I am, just making some guacamole," Quinn said. "Thanks again for letting me have this at your house."

"It's fine, we couldn't very well have it at your apartment and the only other option was your parent's house."

"Pfft. No thanks. Mum doesn't even understand why I want to celebrate my divorce, even though she's agreed to come along."

"Parents!"

"You're about to become one."

"Never let me be like my mother, okay."

Quinn smiled. "Your mum is totally cool."

"No, she only thinks she is. She is such a dag. Anyway, how are you doing?"

"Me? I'm doing great! I can't wait to let my hair down."

She could feel Summer's eyes on her but Quinn refused to look at her, focusing all of her energy on the guacamole instead. Maybe she was mashing it too hard, maybe that's why Summer continued to look at her. She clanged the fork down on the kitchen bench and moved over to Summer's fridge.

"I'm thinking it might be time for a pre-party drink," said Quinn.

"Great idea. I got your favourite champagne for you. Of course, Kat and I can't have any, but you can knock yourself out."

"That's the plan," Quinn said as she located said bottle of Bollinger in the fridge and popped the cork. She poured herself a glass, careful not to let the bubbles rise over the edge of the glass and then held it up in a solitary toast to herself since Summer couldn't join in. "To my new life." She charged her glass in the air and smiling bravely she took a sip. "Blegh, Summer, is this bottle off?"

"Shouldn't be." Summer picked up the bottle and inspected the label. "Says right here."

Quinn looked too, it was definitely in date. "Must be a bad batch," Quinn said and tried another sip, the second one tasting only slightly better. Summer was looking at her again. "Okay, I'm going to take this guacamole out to the table, the rest of the guests will be here in ten minutes."

Quinn stepped outside to Summer's alfresco and put the guacamole down on the table and tried another sip of her champagne. It still tasted gross. She put that down on the table as well and made herself busy hanging up the piñata. It really was the shape of a penis. Summer was a genius for finding it. There were sour lollypops and condoms and a three-tiered cake that had a Barbie doll on top pushing Ken down to the bottom. The words 'Happy Divorce' were scrawled in icing on one of the tiers. Quinn screwed up her face. It was a little graphic, but she'd left Kat in charge of the cake and she did have a slightly sadistic side. Like when she'd offered to cut Rory's balls off. Not for the first time, Quinn was not so sure she was doing the right thing.