“You’re not wearing it. And if she pushes, I’ll remind her whose credit card is paying for her little weekend.”
I thought that was the end.
It wasn’t.
Two nights later, we stopped by Madison’s apartment to drop off a crystal vase from Aunt Elaine that had been sent to our address by mistake. Her door was slightly open.
Before Ethan could knock, we heard Madison’s voice from inside.
“I had to invite her,” she said. “Ethan is paying for the cabana, the bottles, everything. If I didn’t invite his precious wife, he’d probably pull the money.”
Then her maid of honor, Paige, laughed through the speakerphone.
“You think she’ll actually show up in the white bikini?”
Madison sneered.
“Fifty bucks says she claims she has a migraine. There is no way she’s putting that bloated stomach in a white bikini next to us. Did you see her at brunch? She looked huge.”
I couldn’t breathe.
Ethan caught my wrist and pulled out his phone.
He pressed record.
Paige laughed again.
