I took another sip of champagne. “We actually didn’t do that. We just talked.”
“Right,” said Frankie. “Of course.”
She definitely did not believe me. “What can you tell me about him?”
“I don’t really know him. I’ve just…heard things.”
“Like?”
“It’s not really my place to say. It wouldn’t be fair to either of you for me to poison things with rumors.”
“But you didn’t mind poisoning things by telling me that he had rusty pipes and asbestos in his walls.”
“Maybe I was just telling you what you wanted to hear. It seemed like you have a thing for bad boys.”
“I guess I do. I mean, my ex-husband left me for a woman he barely knew.” I downed the rest of my champagne. “And now they’re Facebook-official.”
“There’s a difference between bad boys and bad people. And your ex sounds like the latter.”
“Which one is Ryder?” I asked.
“I’m not sure. But I’ll let you know if I find anything out. In the meantime…” She poured me another glass of champagne. “Get ready to have the night of your life.”
“Doing what?”
“The best thing you can do when you’ve just suffered a bad breakup.”
“Oh God.” My heart started pounding. “I knew this was gonna be a gangbang.”
Frankie spit out her champagne. “Wow. What? Is that how you usually get over breakups?”
I laughed awkwardly. “Ha. No. Of course not. I know that what we’re really doing is…”
“Shopping!” she yelled, hoisting her glass into the air.
“Shopping!” I yelled too. I had never been much of a shopper, but her enthusiasm was contagious. “Oh, that’s why my clothes needed to be easy to take off.”
“Uh, yes. We have to get you a whole new wardrobe, and the boutique closes in three hours. Wait, did you seriously think you were going to a gangbang? Because my roommate and I went to one of those a few weeks ago and it was way more intense than I thought it would be. But if you really want one I’m sure I can get a few guys together…”
She got out her phone and started typing.
“No!” I swatted her phone out of her hand.
“Well, if you change your mind, just let me know.” She sounded 100% serious. As if a gangbang was a totally normal thing.
The car came to a stop and the driver opened the door. We stepped out onto 5thAvenue. The fashion center of New York. And we were right in the middle of it, standing outside of the Odegaard boutique. I had never been there, but Chastity talked about it all the time. It was the store of her dreams. And it was the store of my nightmares. Every dress in there was worth more than my life.
“Ready to shop?” asked Frankie.
“Only if they take Monopoly money.” It was the only money I had plenty of. So much that it made that poor Forbes millionaire look like even more of a loser.
“They don’t. But tonight, we have this.” Frankie pulled a sleek black credit card out of her wallet.
“A Society card?”
She shrugged. “Close enough.”
“Close enough? What does that mean?”
