place.”
Fanny stood. “Nope, don’t sit. It’s time Cinderella left the ball.”
Skye gripped her other arm. “I agree.”
Joy slid in, the soft air from her words whispered over her ear. “Cecie, if you aren’t careful you’re going to make Chandlers cousin’s suspicious. Fanny’s right we need to get you home.”
Sobered enough after her near fall into the stranger’s arms, she sighed. “This is why you have my back.”
Twenty minutes later her girlfriends stuffed her, like a sausage, into the limousine they’d rented for the occasion. The presents barely fit into the trunk. A haze settled over Cecelia, one of peace, where before despair had been a permanent camper in her stomach.
“What’s the plan tomorrow?” Rae’s voice sounded as if coated in cotton.
What was the plan? She couldn’t seem to remember anything other than the fact she would not be marrying Chandler the day after tomorrow.
Think.
If things were to go as planned, she needed to be alert. Not easy to be clear headed and cheery after a night of drinking.
But damn. She’d had fun.
“What are you grinning about Missy?” Skye’s voice held laughter as she shoved Cecelia in the shoulder.
“Thinking about the hunk who’d caught and saved me from disaster.” It was too nice to open her eyes.
Fanny squirmed and disturbed Cecelia’s comfortable position. She let her head loll to the side and forced one eye opened to stare at her friend.
“What is your problem, ants in your pants?”
“I don’t think you should think too much about Pandora’s owner.” Fanny turned away from Cecelia.
All the good men were always taken. “Married?”
“I didn’t see a ring.” Joy chimed in.
Skye snorted. “You don’t need to wear a ring to be married.”
“He’s not married. I just think Cecie has bigger things to worry about, like making sure father Wilson doesn’t discover her plans too soon.” Fanny raised a brow daring anyone to disagree.
Skye lounged on the cushions across from Cecelia. Leaning forward almost touching noses with Fanny her finger nudged her boney chest. “Not on my watch he’s not. We are going to make sure that doesn’t happen. There’s four of us watching Cecie’s back. We’ve made a pact.”
“Hey, you don’t have to tell me. I’m just saying she can play with fire after she’s out of the frying pan for a while. And things settle down,” Fanny grumbled. Then folded her arms over her tummy and glared out the window.
Intrigued, Cecelia spit her question out before she could stop herself. “Why do you say I’d be playing with fire?”
Fanny’s glare shifted first to Skye, she raised a brow, then her attention landed full force on Cecelia. “Maybe some time I’ll tell you.”
That hadn’t helped. Now she was more curious than ever. Disappointment settled in her gut at the realization that she had more important things to consider than the handsome club owner.
She was playing a dangerous game with her father. He wasn’t used to losing. When his daughter outwitted him, the aftershock just may shake the Top of the Rock atop the Rockefeller building.
Completely sober now, Cecelia contemplated the prospect of hoodwinking the great Broderick Wilson. Snuggling her butt into the rich leather, she leaned forward. “Let’s make sure nothing can go wrong. Joy and Rae you’re parts are a done deal…”
“Not yet, you still need to follow through with the paperwork on your name change.” Joy pulled her purse onto her lap and riffled through it until she extracted a paper. “You can move in as early as tomorrow, you need to bring the proof you’ve started the process. Since you didn’t want to write a check, you need to bring cash for the deposit, first and last month’s rent.”
Cecelia waved her concerns off. “Fanny and I will be at 111 Centre Street when they open with my sixty-five dollars. I’m quoting from the instructions, don’t forget its exact change and cash
Fanny stood. “Nope, don’t sit. It’s time Cinderella left the ball.”
Skye gripped her other arm. “I agree.”
Joy slid in, the soft air from her words whispered over her ear. “Cecie, if you aren’t careful you’re going to make Chandlers cousin’s suspicious. Fanny’s right we need to get you home.”
Sobered enough after her near fall into the stranger’s arms, she sighed. “This is why you have my back.”
Twenty minutes later her girlfriends stuffed her, like a sausage, into the limousine they’d rented for the occasion. The presents barely fit into the trunk. A haze settled over Cecelia, one of peace, where before despair had been a permanent camper in her stomach.
“What’s the plan tomorrow?” Rae’s voice sounded as if coated in cotton.
What was the plan? She couldn’t seem to remember anything other than the fact she would not be marrying Chandler the day after tomorrow.
Think.
If things were to go as planned, she needed to be alert. Not easy to be clear headed and cheery after a night of drinking.
But damn. She’d had fun.
“What are you grinning about Missy?” Skye’s voice held laughter as she shoved Cecelia in the shoulder.
“Thinking about the hunk who’d caught and saved me from disaster.” It was too nice to open her eyes.
Fanny squirmed and disturbed Cecelia’s comfortable position. She let her head loll to the side and forced one eye opened to stare at her friend.
“What is your problem, ants in your pants?”
“I don’t think you should think too much about Pandora’s owner.” Fanny turned away from Cecelia.
All the good men were always taken. “Married?”
“I didn’t see a ring.” Joy chimed in.
Skye snorted. “You don’t need to wear a ring to be married.”
“He’s not married. I just think Cecie has bigger things to worry about, like making sure father Wilson doesn’t discover her plans too soon.” Fanny raised a brow daring anyone to disagree.
Skye lounged on the cushions across from Cecelia. Leaning forward almost touching noses with Fanny her finger nudged her boney chest. “Not on my watch he’s not. We are going to make sure that doesn’t happen. There’s four of us watching Cecie’s back. We’ve made a pact.”
“Hey, you don’t have to tell me. I’m just saying she can play with fire after she’s out of the frying pan for a while. And things settle down,” Fanny grumbled. Then folded her arms over her tummy and glared out the window.
Intrigued, Cecelia spit her question out before she could stop herself. “Why do you say I’d be playing with fire?”
Fanny’s glare shifted first to Skye, she raised a brow, then her attention landed full force on Cecelia. “Maybe some time I’ll tell you.”
That hadn’t helped. Now she was more curious than ever. Disappointment settled in her gut at the realization that she had more important things to consider than the handsome club owner.
She was playing a dangerous game with her father. He wasn’t used to losing. When his daughter outwitted him, the aftershock just may shake the Top of the Rock atop the Rockefeller building.
Completely sober now, Cecelia contemplated the prospect of hoodwinking the great Broderick Wilson. Snuggling her butt into the rich leather, she leaned forward. “Let’s make sure nothing can go wrong. Joy and Rae you’re parts are a done deal…”
“Not yet, you still need to follow through with the paperwork on your name change.” Joy pulled her purse onto her lap and riffled through it until she extracted a paper. “You can move in as early as tomorrow, you need to bring the proof you’ve started the process. Since you didn’t want to write a check, you need to bring cash for the deposit, first and last month’s rent.”
Cecelia waved her concerns off. “Fanny and I will be at 111 Centre Street when they open with my sixty-five dollars. I’m quoting from the instructions, don’t forget its exact change and cash
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