“I didn’t say that,” Jacob said.
“I heard what you said …”
“Candy!” Jill said through her teeth. “I’m sorry. I’m the baby of the family and my sister is very protective of me.”
“What are you drinking?” Candy asked.
“Uh, whiskey, neat. Whatever you have,” Jacob said.
Jill turned away from Jacob and stared at the back of the bar. She felt her face flush with heat. Trevor, who had her to have a baby, now told people Katy was a one night stand. An accident.
And she was the bitch? Oh I just don’t belong.
“Listen.” Jacob touched her arm. “I meant what I said.”
“About me being a total bitch? Or the one night stand thing?”
Jill imitated Candy’s sweet tone. She hadn’t thought Trevor could hurt her more. Between the stiletto heels and the sick feeling in her stomach, Jill had to clutch the bar to remain standing.
“That you are absolutely the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my entire life,” Jacob said.
Jill’s head jerked to look at him. “What?”
“Here’s your drink. Now buzz off.” Candy slapped the whiskey down in front of Jacob.
“Listen …” Jacob started, but Candy raised her hand in the air. Within moments, a friend wedged herself between Jill and Jacob. Candy put her hand on Jill’s arm to lead her toward the end of the bar. Jill glanced back to see Jacob stuck in place between a tray of hors d’oeuvres and a hostile server.
“You look great,” Candy whispered. “The boots are genius.”
“Meg’s idea.” Jill passed the rose to Candy. “I don’t belong here, sis. I should go home. Did you hear what he said about Katy?”
“Jill, that man begged you for a child. You guys argued about it for years. He’s just …” Candy said. She squinted her brown eyes then released them wide. “I knew the moment you entered.”
“Every male eye turned to watch you walk across the room,” Candy said. “This outfit is sheer brilliance.”
“The invitation said, ‘black tie.’” Jill beamed at her sister.
“Watch out, here comes the bride.” Candy raised her arm again.
“I’m sorry,” the tiny, blonde rich girl said. Her straight gleaming white teeth matched her perfectly sculpted nose and eyebrows. Her blue eyes, enhanced with blue contacts, shot daggers of hate. “This is a private party.”
“I … I was invited,” Jill said. “I …”
The retelling of Denver Cereal, Volume 1 continues tomorrow…
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