Chapter 32
Natalie
“Natalie, honey, sugar cakes, sweetie pie,” Gregory said in distress, “you need to calm your t**s before I calm them for you. I have everything under control. Which is why you and your little butterfly hired me. We have this set. All good to go, darling. Go to the spa and relax before you get wrinkles.”
I tried desperately not to roll my eyes at the party-planner, but damn, he made it difficult. “I’m fine. I’m not worried about wrinkles.”
“Everyone should worry about wrinkles. What moisturizer do you use?”
“Dear god, it doesn’t matter. I just want to get through my checklist.” I waved the sheet of paper in his face.
He snatched it out of my hand. “Check. Check. Check. Not happening anyway. On their way. Check. Check. Check. We’re good here.”
He tore the paper in h
