Hi guys! Sorry its been so long, my teachers kept giving me big projects, but now I am finally back with a new chapter! Yay! Thanks so much for everyone who commented on my story so far. Its nice to know you guys like it and I can always use writing advice. Hope you like it!

Sophie stood frozen in the doorway of the guest bedroom. Biana and Dex were making out on the bed and thankfully didn't notice Sophie. She blushed and closed the door most of the way. How long had it been? She checked her phone. 7:38. It had only been 20 minutes since she had left Biana with Dex in the pool.

She continued down the hall and grabbed two white fluffy towels from the bathroom of a second guest bedroom that was thankfully empty.

She walked back to Fitz with the towels and threw them at him. "Here."

Fitz glared, "Don't throw things at me." He was slightly less drunk now, just enough that his British accent was slightly more prominent than usual. That was good. It meant he wasn't going to act like an asshole anymore and just sound like a slightly annoyed brit. It was kind of funny.

Hours later, after the party had died down and Sophie had checked all the guest bedrooms for secret hookups (There weren't any, thank god), Sophie was changing into her favorite grey pajama set, Fitz knocked lightly on the door. She had avoided him for the whole party after giving him towels, choosing to socialize with Tam, Linh, and Marella instead.

"Can I come in?"

Fitz's crisp accented voice brought Sophie back to the present, "Just a minute." She finished putting on her PJ bottoms and unlocked the door.

Fitz opened it as she flopped into bed facing away from him. If he was sleeping in their room, she wasn't engaging with him.

Sophie turned away and closed her eyes for a few minutes, she felt Fitz plop into bed next to her, so he must have changed and brushed his teeth already, "Goodnight Sophie," she heard him whisper before he turned out the light. Thank god he wasn't pushing it.

"Sophie?"

She sighed, maybe he was pushing it.

"I'm Sorry I got drunk. You know when I went to LA last week?"

Sophie nodded.

"Well, I lost the company a lot of money, and I just…,"

"Why didn't you tell me, Fitz?" She interrupted

"I was mad,"

Sophie was confused, "At me?"

Fitz shook his head, "No, at myself, Its embarrassing my dad is supposed to step back in a few years, but I made this big decision that I was super proud of and I thought was going to be great, but I lost a lot of money, my dad's pissed."

"Maybe instead of throwing a big party, you could've just talked to me," Sophie lay back down facing away from him, showing that she was done with this conversation. She was glad she understood why Fitz had been drunk but she was still sad Fitz didn't tell her anything was wrong. How were they supposed to be married next spring if he didn't tell her when he had a problem?

They next morning Sophie woke up around eight to bright sunlight streaming into the windows. She rolled over and groaned before slowly sitting up and stretching. It was a pretty morning, it was sunny, and a bird was sitting in a tree near the bathroom chirping loudly. She stood up and went out to the breakfast room.

"Lucy, will you make me scrambled eggs, please?" Sophie called to the cook as she passed the kitchen, sitting down at the table. She pulled out her phone to scroll through Instagram. A few minutes later Lucy came in with a plate of cheesy scrambled eggs with tomatoes and bacon bits, Sophie's favorite breakfast. "Thanks," she smiled sprinkling on salt and pepper. Lucy nodded and walked out of the room. Sophie hated having maids and a cook, it was weird. She'd grown up cooking herself breakfast or if she were feeling lazy eating cereal, not announcing what you wanted and having it appear in front of you minutes later; but that's what Fitz had grown up to and he couldn't even make toast, so they had a cook and two maids.

She started spooning the melty cheesy goodness into her mouth and was about halfway done when Fitz she heard Fitz tell Anne to make him toast and bacon. She set down her fork just as Fitz came into the room. He was sweaty from a run and somehow not hungover at all.

"How far did you go?" Sophie sipped her water.

"12 miles, I got up early," Fitz said.

Sophie nodded feeling shy suddenly.

"Did you just get up," Fitz smiled, "you have pineapple head again,"

"Yes," Sophie snapped, not sure why she was so annoyed, Fitz had apologized.

"Its cute," Fitz chuckled holding his hands up in an 'I surrender' way.

Sophie patted the top of her head and was sure that it was not in fact 'cute' better words to describe it would be messy, tangled, or giant-puff-of-hair-on-the-back-of-her-head. She grunted in response and continued eating. She cleared her plate and when Lucy came in with Fitz's toast she asked for seconds. Lucy nodded smiling and returned the kitchen.

Fitz turned to her, "Are you sure you want seconds? I wouldn't want a walrus in a wedding dress walking down the aisle. You should come on my runs with me to burn off all that food you eat." He said it kindly as if he was giving advice, but the cruel words still hurt.

"I hate running," she stated pulling out an eyelash.

"Ew don't do that Fitz frowned.

Sophie stared at her hands focusing on her breathing so she wouldn't cry.

It was silent for a few minutes except for Fitz chewing contently on his toast.

"Oh, This summer I'm having a gardener stay in the guest house so he can fix up the farther parts of the property so I can find a good spot for a gazebo. His name is Keith I think, he seems very nice. He starts tomorrow" Fitz said obliviously.

Sophie stood up, the chair making a scraping sound as it slid across the hardwood floor, "I am going to shower." She said robotically and hurried from the room.

In the hall she saw Lucy hurrying toward her with another plate of eggs through the tears welling up in her eyes, "Sophie are you okay?" Lucy asked in her sweet melodic voice.

Sophie nodded hurrying passed but stopped after three steps, "My fiancé is an asshole," Then she spun on her heel and hurried to Fitz's bedroom.

She pulled of her clothes and jumped into the shower. A new gardener? Sophie maintained the yard just fine on her own, she liked doing it. He hadn't even asked her. How dare he? She finished quickly and got out, Fitz should've asked her, this is her house too. She walked past the sink is she could get her bathrobe and tell Fitz that she wasn't going to let some stupid gardeners destroy all her hard work. When she walked in front of the mirror she paused, was she looking chubby. She cupped her stomach in her hands she wore a size four, that was skinny. She may not wear zeros or have a thigh gap like Biana, but she was healthy and that all that mattered. Right? She wasn't going to look like a walrus in her wedding dress. Right?

Sophie sighed as much as she wanted to think that being a zero didn't make someone better than being a four, she didn't quite believe it. She knew Fitz didn't, he wanted her to have a perfect body and perfect hair and perfect skin, especially for the wedding. A single tear dropped onto Sophie's nose. Her nose had a little bump on the bridge, she liked that bump, Fitz had told her he would pay for her to get a nose job.

She pulled on a cropped lavender blouse, then she went searching in her closet for her favorite jean shorts, she found them buried in a pile of miniskirts and baby tees. She pulled them on, they fit perfectly. Sophie smiled. She walked into the bathroom and turned sideways in front of the mirror. She sucked in her stomach, so it was perfectly flat then turned and walked out toward Fitz in the breakfast room.

Yes Lucy is named after one of America's maids in the selection. I love those books so there may be a few more subtle references to them throughout my story. Hope you enjoyed this chapter, I will post another ASAP. 3