Love that some of you guessed she was family lol Dior wouldn't do his woman dirty like that!
96.
I'm so stupid.
"I canceled my date, remember?" Edward reminds me.
"I told you not to."
"Yeah, well," he says, tone a little biting. "Since when do I listen to you?"
"Never." I grin. "I am drunk. Your bartender pours stiff cocktails."
"Stiff drinks are necessary for getting through tonight. Seeing you with someone else…" His hand finds my waist, pulling me closer. Forehead to mine. "I fucking hate it; wish you were mine."
"Emmett?" Laughter bubbles. "Rose's husband. Moral support. That's all."
Understanding flashes in his gaze. He sighs.
"Bella." Desperation. "Please tell me what the fuck we're doing?"