OCTOBER
Money definitely buys happiness
Oct 13, 2016 Part 8
Weight: 118 pounds
Ate: nothing else.
Drank: Soon this ends and we hit the party
Sex: When I tell Peter, yes, yes, and yes.
Jennifer froze, unsure how to answer. Peter stared at her blankly from her sister’s statement, like he had no answer.
Drat. I wish I told him before now that I loved him. I needed to.
However it was Alice that took a step away from John with a major blush on her cheek as she said, “John and I are just friends.”
Yes. She needed to be the focus. I rolled my eyes, dramatically emphasizing my point like I was on my show as I said, “Sure, and I’m applying to be a nun next week. Alice, we’re adult now. You don’t have to pretend to be an angel.”
Peter’s lips thinned.
I met his gaze and wished he understood.
But then Alice fired back, “Not everyone is like you, Jenny.”
Score one for Alice. Ouch. No one called me that anymore. Once again I glanced at Peter but he was silent and standing like a sentinel.
Victoria smiled and took both John and Alice’s hands in hers as she said, “I approve of you two, if that means anything to either of you.”
Hmm. She hadn’t done the for me and Peter. But it didn’t matter. I’d be Mrs. Peter Morgan soon, and help him rule the world through his finances.
Alice laughed.
John took his hands back, patted Alice’s back and went to the door, to speak to security.
Hopefully soon whatever threat was happening ended.
I needed to decide my costume for the afterparty and then tonight, when I told Peter.
Armed security would take care of the details.
John then spoke like security when he told Peter, “Our family reunion needs to be better planned. Peter, ensure that Vicki is kept safe tonight at Castle Morgan. I’ll plan our escape from here and see the rest of you tomorrow.”
Hmm. Safe. I definitely had a reason to stay at Peter’s mansion again. Good. He’d not kick me out now.
Alice then mumbled, “What about me?”
If Alice stayed at the mansion, that would be awkward. I thought Peter wanted to end his business relationship with her farm.
Before he could say a word though, John took Alice’s hand and dragged her out the door.
Now it was just the three of us.
I took a deep breathe and asked, “Are we in danger?”
“Tonight, it’s best if you stay with us too, Jennifer.” Peter said fast.
Good. I nodded my agreement and already planned on ordering clothes online to be delivered to his house. Peter always footed the bill when I did stuff like that so money was no object now.
A security guard motioned for them to join him again.
So I adjusted my dress to ensure it was on right and then sashayed back into the funeral to take our seats. As we faced the altar to finish the service, people behind us whispered, “This is better than a soap opera.”
Good as I stared in one on TV. I glanced behind me and Mr. Sexy Italian was back in his pew. That’s what I’d call that man from now, not that I’d ever see him.
But then she focused on Mitch Morgan. His family hated him, but so what. He left them all with more money than God might ever provide a person which was more than her parents left her with. She’d trade her mother’s constant nagging for cold, hard cash. Most people said ‘money doesn’t buy happiness’ but I know that’s a lie. Money makes life easier, and the more you have the better off you are. And I have every intention of having it all. So I took Peter’s hand and held it tight for the rest of the funeral, refusing to look back or question anything.
