After changing into a new three-piece suit, Barnett went straight to his living room and texted Lily to meet him at his midcentury house for coffee. After making a pot and pouring them each a cup, he paced in front of his recliner and waited for her to arrive.Lily stumbled through the front door around noon. She was immaculately dressed in a white sundress with a yellow belt, a big floppy yellow hat, and yellow gladiator sandals. However, she wore no makeup, and large white sunglasses covered her bloodshot eyes.“This better be good, Uncle Barnett,” she growled. She accepted a cup of coffee from him and collapsed on the couch as he sat down in the rec
A couple days after the party, Lily asked to come over after I got off work for a girls’ night in. It seemed like an odd request so soon after such a big party, but I brushed that off and let her come over. After all, she had to have her reasons for wanting to get together.I set out a plate of flourless brownies I had just found the recipe for and a couple glasses of milk—I was swearing off alcohol for a while, given the trouble it had just gotten me into—in anticipation of her arrival. Anxiously, I wondered if Barnett had told Lily about what had happened between us.Don’t be silly, I told myself. Why would he tell his NIECE, of all people? Lily is really easy to talk to, my more worried inner voice countered.But wouldn’t that be really awkward, especially considering that she’s my best friend? Maybe that’s why he would consult her, to get the opinion of someone with insight into how my brain works. I’m assuming that he even cares enough to want to talk to someone about it. It p
“Shit! Not again,” I moaned, tossing my phone on the ground. Fortunately, it didn’t break.“What?” Lily asked.I motioned towards my phone.“Fucking paparazzi are trying to ruin my life again.”Lily picked up my phone. Her eyes widened when she saw the headline and picture.“Well, it isn’t that bad, really. You can’t identify the man, and all you’re doing
I spoke to the secretary and explained my history with Julia. She immediately understood my need and arranged for a security guard to escort me out the back to my car while another guard escorted Julia off the property. Apparently, Julia had been banned from the premises after her last visit went sour.After I was safely at the Aston Martin, I thanked the security guard. Before he was even out of the parking lot, I had climbed into the car, buckled up, and taken off. Even with them getting rid of Julia, I didn’t want to be anywhere near her any longer than I needed to be.* *
I immediately raised my hand to cover my mouth. I cringed when I felt Arthur’s lips make contact with the back of my hand. This was something that I would not easily get out of.As he removed his lips, I slowly lowered my hand. I watched as his eyes opened and color flooded his cheeks.“I am so sorry,” Arthur offered before I could say anything. “I got caught up in the moment. I was just so excited for you and let it get the better of me, that’s all.”My heart ached for him. The poor man was so embarrassed.
A week after Lily’s party, I was scheduled to speak at my old high school’s career day. I wasn’t really fond of public speaking, but I had gotten better at it since I had started my new life as a fitness influencer. I figured I could give a short speech to a gymnasium full of high schoolers.Then the day finally came, and my stomach was in knots as I drove up to the school. I told myself that if I could talk millions of viewers online every day, I could talk to a few hundred high schoolers without any problems, but I could not convince myself. It took all of my will to get out of the Aston Martin, enter the school, and sign in with the front office.
I had been sitting on the floor for five minutes—maybe ten? I couldn’t keep track—when I heard two sets of shoes coming down the hall. One sounded like Barnett’s, but the other sounded lighter, like a smaller person’s footsteps.The door to the women’s restroom opened.“Hello? Ms. Leonard?” a woman’s voice called.I wiped my mouth with some toilet paper before I answered.“Yes?”“Are you all right? Mr. Cogsworth told me that you were not feeling well.”“I-no, I’m not all right. My stomach is very upset.”“Do you have to…do anything else?”I didn’t answer for moment, trying to assess the state of my stomach.“No, I think I’m done.”“Can you stand up?”I pulled myself up onto wobbly legs. I cursed my high heels as I nearly slipped onto the toilet. I slipped off my heels and walked out of the stall.A woman in a white blouse, black slacks, and white nurse’s shoes greeted me. She rushed forward to support one side of me.“Don’t worry, I have you,” she said. “My name is Claire Smith,
I was so sick of the exploitation. All that these media vultures wanted to do was to start rumors and feed off my misery. The idea made me queasy all over again, despite the anti-nausea medication.I looked to Barnett.“What should we do?” I whispered.“I don’t think we have a choice,” he whispered back. “We’ll have to do it.”“Why? Your reputation will survive this.”“But yours might not.”Barnett turned to Thaddeus.“We’ll do it,” he said. “We’ll appear on your little show tomorrow.”Thaddeus’s eyes fixed on me, as if to say, “Oh, will you?”I nodded.“Yes, we will.”“Very well,” Thaddeus replied. “I will keep a hold of this picture until after the show, for insurance. You understand, right?”Barnett breathed deeply through his nostrils, the muscles in his neck tight.“Yes,” he said through clenched teeth, “but after the show, I will be there to personally ensure that you delete it. You understand, right?”I watched Thaddeus’s Adam’s apple move up and down as he swallowed.“Yes