where Jon and Paige are lounging in the shade. Fortunately the weather has finally cooled down. “Hey,” I say as I pull up a lounger and stretch out. “What a day.”
“Uh-huh …” Paige sighs contentedly.
“Paige was just telling me about her plans for New York.” Jon chuckles. “Wish I could go too.”
“What plans?” I ask.
“You know … for Eliza.” Paige gives me a sly look. “You mean you have a specific plan?”
“Not exactly specific,” she admits. “Just some sweet revenge.”
“You know what they say,” Jon tells me. “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.”
“What are you talking bout?” Mom asks as she joins us.
“Paige’s plan to get even,” Jon tells her.
“Even with whom?” Mom sits down at the end of Jon’s lounger.
“Eliza Wilton,” I tell her. “Who else?” “What do you mean?” Mom turns to Paige. “You’re not going to pull some crazy stunt in New York, are you?” Paige makes her innocent face. “Paige?” Mom looks concerned.
“What?” Paige frowns. “You’re not suggesting I go to New York and treat Eliza like nothing happened, are you?” “Actually, I am.”
“Oh, Mom!” Paige makes a disgusted moan. “Don’t go Goody Two-shoes on me now.”
“I’m not going Goody Two-shoes,” Mom protests. “I’m simply speaking as your director. You’re a professional. You can’t go to New York to seek revenge against Eliza Wilton.”
“Why not?” Paige demands. “She’s asked for it.”
“For one thing, you don’t even know what happened in the Bahamas. According to Dylan, it was—”
“Eliza bragged about it to me,” Paige shoots back. “Right in the lobby of our hotel.”
“She bragged that Dylan
spent the night,”
Mom corrects. “And Dylan hasn’t denied spending the night. The question is whether or not he actually cheated on you. And I don’t think you know the answer to that yet.”
Paige folds her arms in front of her, wearing the samepouty face she used to make as a child when she didn’t get her way.
“But think about it, Brynn,” Jon says gently. “At the very least, Eliza tried to give Paige a bad impression about her fiancée. What kind of a girl does something like that?”
“A girl like Eliza Wilton,” I say. “She is the most spoiled princess I’ve ever met.”
“She seemed like a nice enough person to me,” Mom says.
Paige’s eyes flash. “You’ve got to be kidding!”
“Eliza conducted herself like a perfect lady on
Britain’s Got Style.”
Mom nods to Paige. “Meanwhile, Paige let the show down that day.” She turns to Jon. “I didn’t tell you she didn’t make it because she was in her hotel room nursing a hangover.”
Jon gives a mock
tsk-tsk
as he playfully shakes his finger at Paige.
“I didn’t do it on purpose,” Paige says defensively. “I felt perfectly horrible about the whole thing. And Erin did fine without me.”
“You don’t really know Eliza,” I tell Mom. “She can be really nasty and mean. We’ve seen it. She’s extremely competitive and will do almost anything to get her own way.”
“And does that make it acceptable for Paige to go to New York—in the guise of doing your TV show—in order to wreak revenge on her?”
“That’s not why we’re going to New York,” Paige protests. “We really are doing a show. And I can’t help it that we’ll cross paths with Eliza. After all, she
is
partnered with Rhiannon.”
“Yes, I know you’ll cross Eliza’s path, Paige. But that doesn’t mean you have to engage in some kind of ridiculous catfight.”
Paige holds her head up. “I have no intention of engaging in a catfight, Mother.”
“That’s a relief.” Mom looks at me. “I just want my girls to take the high road. You don’t need to reduce yourselves to someone else’s low standards.”
“Are you saying that as our director or as our mother?” I ask.
Mom looks slightly stumped. “Both, I suppose.”
I glance at Jon, and he looks a
“Uh-huh …” Paige sighs contentedly.
“Paige was just telling me about her plans for New York.” Jon chuckles. “Wish I could go too.”
“What plans?” I ask.
“You know … for Eliza.” Paige gives me a sly look. “You mean you have a specific plan?”
“Not exactly specific,” she admits. “Just some sweet revenge.”
“You know what they say,” Jon tells me. “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.”
“What are you talking bout?” Mom asks as she joins us.
“Paige’s plan to get even,” Jon tells her.
“Even with whom?” Mom sits down at the end of Jon’s lounger.
“Eliza Wilton,” I tell her. “Who else?” “What do you mean?” Mom turns to Paige. “You’re not going to pull some crazy stunt in New York, are you?” Paige makes her innocent face. “Paige?” Mom looks concerned.
“What?” Paige frowns. “You’re not suggesting I go to New York and treat Eliza like nothing happened, are you?” “Actually, I am.”
“Oh, Mom!” Paige makes a disgusted moan. “Don’t go Goody Two-shoes on me now.”
“I’m not going Goody Two-shoes,” Mom protests. “I’m simply speaking as your director. You’re a professional. You can’t go to New York to seek revenge against Eliza Wilton.”
“Why not?” Paige demands. “She’s asked for it.”
“For one thing, you don’t even know what happened in the Bahamas. According to Dylan, it was—”
“Eliza bragged about it to me,” Paige shoots back. “Right in the lobby of our hotel.”
“She bragged that Dylan
spent the night,”
Mom corrects. “And Dylan hasn’t denied spending the night. The question is whether or not he actually cheated on you. And I don’t think you know the answer to that yet.”
Paige folds her arms in front of her, wearing the samepouty face she used to make as a child when she didn’t get her way.
“But think about it, Brynn,” Jon says gently. “At the very least, Eliza tried to give Paige a bad impression about her fiancée. What kind of a girl does something like that?”
“A girl like Eliza Wilton,” I say. “She is the most spoiled princess I’ve ever met.”
“She seemed like a nice enough person to me,” Mom says.
Paige’s eyes flash. “You’ve got to be kidding!”
“Eliza conducted herself like a perfect lady on
Britain’s Got Style.”
Mom nods to Paige. “Meanwhile, Paige let the show down that day.” She turns to Jon. “I didn’t tell you she didn’t make it because she was in her hotel room nursing a hangover.”
Jon gives a mock
tsk-tsk
as he playfully shakes his finger at Paige.
“I didn’t do it on purpose,” Paige says defensively. “I felt perfectly horrible about the whole thing. And Erin did fine without me.”
“You don’t really know Eliza,” I tell Mom. “She can be really nasty and mean. We’ve seen it. She’s extremely competitive and will do almost anything to get her own way.”
“And does that make it acceptable for Paige to go to New York—in the guise of doing your TV show—in order to wreak revenge on her?”
“That’s not why we’re going to New York,” Paige protests. “We really are doing a show. And I can’t help it that we’ll cross paths with Eliza. After all, she
is
partnered with Rhiannon.”
“Yes, I know you’ll cross Eliza’s path, Paige. But that doesn’t mean you have to engage in some kind of ridiculous catfight.”
Paige holds her head up. “I have no intention of engaging in a catfight, Mother.”
“That’s a relief.” Mom looks at me. “I just want my girls to take the high road. You don’t need to reduce yourselves to someone else’s low standards.”
“Are you saying that as our director or as our mother?” I ask.
Mom looks slightly stumped. “Both, I suppose.”
I glance at Jon, and he looks a
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