Chapter 41
TarynOur awkward threesome drove to Danya’s bridal salon in silence. Once we arrived, Shannon immediately fled to the bathroom, leaving me blissfully alone with Olivia for a moment.
“Can I get my kid’s champagne?” Olivia asked Ronaldo, who ushered us to a private suite.
“It’s already waiting, my dear. It’s our job to be on top of these things,” he replied with a wink.
In the plushly carpeted room, a glass coffee table sat in front of a chenille couch, bearing a tray of crystal flutes.
“Taryn, yours is the one with the strawberry,” he informed me and winked again, this time in my direction.
Everyone else might have sparkling cider, but mine had the genuine kick of real sparkling wine. I picked up my glass and handed one of the others to Olivia.
“Cheers.” I clinked my glass
