Chapter 500
Chapter 500:
Mira, on the other hand, had everything locked down. Bulletproof.
Two women, two extremes. And somehow, both left me furious.
“Maybe we can talk about this later,” Mira said, backing down. “Didn’t you say we’re seeing a designer today? I’m excited p>
“Are you really?” How could she be excited about wedding dresses when she’d already planned for the divorce?
“Of course. Who doesn’t like new clothes? I looked up his portfolio, and Valmont & Cie might even collaborate with him. Haute couture and fine jewelry—natural playmates, right p>
“And if we divorce, do you keep the wedding dress?” I asked, sharper than I meant to.
“I don’t know. What’s the prenup say?” She turned to me. “Oh, you’re still mad p>
“Glad you’ve noticed p>
“But I don’t get why. And you won’t explain.” Her back was up now, I could tell. “You know, the whole strong, silent routine’s out of fashion. We prefer men who speak up these days. If you’ve got something to say, say it—instead of brooding like you’ve forgotten how to use your mouth p>
“When I gave you that contract last year, you took days to think it over. This time, it took what—two days after the engagement for you to start working on an exit clause? You called your lawyer before you even picked a venue. If I hadn’t brought up the designer, would you have just bought a dress off the rack? I hear most women find that an insult p>
“So this is about me not planning the wedding?” Mira threw her hands up. “You and Yvaine both. What’s with this idea that if the bride’s not micromanaging the whole thing, it means she doesn’t care? It’s like saying if a woman doesn’t cook, she doesn’t love her husband. Outdated crap. Fine, you want the truth? I don’t care much about the wedding. There. Happy p>
She kept going. “We’re already married. We’ve gone public. I don’t see the point of a big ceremony. But if it matters to you, I’ll do it. I’ll book the venue, send the invites, shout at the florists and caterers and whoever else until it’s all perfect. Is that what you want p>
𝘾𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢: ⳑ𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝘀﹒𝖼𝗈𝗺
I pinched the bridge of my nose. The pressure behind my eyes was starting to throb.
“No. That’s not what I want. I’ll handle the logistics. I just don’t want you prepping the parachute before you’ve even boarded the plane p>
“It’s not a parachute!” she snapped, then caught herself. She took a deep breath. “It’s like insurance. You buy it when you fly—you don’t plan to crash, it’s just common sense p>
“I don’t buy plane tickets. I have a plane p>
That tripped her up for a second. Then she clenched her jaw. “You know that’s not the bloody point p>
“I get your point.” I just didn’t agree with it.
“So you’re not signing p>
“Fine. Your loss p>
“Will you still go to the dress fitting p>
She rolled her eyes. “I’m tempted to say no, but you’ll only twist it into proof I don’t care about the wedding. So yes. I’ll go p>
“The car’s—” My phone rang.