Page 62 of Her Big Fat Dreamy Billionaire Ex

And there it was. The drama queen. Felicity pointed to her Jimmy Choo’s. “You’re wearing eight-hundred-dollar sandals. I hardly think you’re going to be living on the streets.”

Brittany tucked her feet under the chair, her eyes wide. “I can’t sell my shoes.”

It would have been comical if Felicity didn’t feel so sorry for her. Brittany probably had no idea what working for her money felt like.

A knock came on the door and Felicity got up to answer it.

Brittany’s face blanched. “Oh, no. Is that Aiden? He can’t see me like this.” She jumped up and ran into the bedroom, leaving only her perfume behind.

Yep. Drama queen. Felicity sighed and opened the door. Aiden stood there, leaning against the door jam, a plate of cookies in his hand. Since when did he start looking this good? She tried to ignore the way her heart raced at seeing him.

“Hey. Sorry to bother you. Since Grams thinks we’re back—”

Felicity pressed her hand on his mouth and joined him on the front stoop. “Hush. Brittany’s here,” she whispered.

His eyes widened and he removed her hand. “What is she doing here?” He craned his neck. “Is she looking for me?”

She pulled away from him and tried to think of a quick way to sum everything up. Failing, she just said, “No, she’s here to talk to me. It’s a long story. You’d better leave.”

“Well, I can’t go back home. Grams thinks I’m spending the evening with you. And if I’m seen anywhere else, she’ll know we’re lying.” He looked down at the plate. “Plus, she wants me to give these to you.”

Felicity grabbed his shirt in her fist and tugged him inside. “Fine,” she whispered. “Just sit down. Let me talk to Brittany.”

She left Aiden in the living room. When she entered the bedroom, she saw Brittany sitting on the bed. The life had gone out of her. She looked defeated, slumped over and frowning. It was odd to feel sorry for someone like Brittany, but Felicity couldn’t help it. Her sympathy deepened. “Are you okay?”

“No.” Brittany wiped under her eyes, smudging more black on her fingers. “But I’ll think of something. And I promise it won’t be dumb like trying to steal Aiden from you again. That was embarrassingly stupid.”

A weird sensation overcame Felicity, and she suddenly saw Brittany for who she was. Insecure, and wanting to be with the popular kids because she didn’t feel like she fit in anywhere. All the times that Brittany had annoyed her came rushing back, and she saw her in a new light. Brittany didn’t know who she was. Her whole life was an act. It had to be hollow.

Felicity reached out and took her hand. “Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up so we can go sit outside and talk with Aiden. Maybe he can help us come up with a solution.”

Chapter 20

Aiden stared as Brittanywalked by the open bedroom door, her makeup all messed up from crying. She and Felicity walked into the bathroom and closed the door. A moment later, Felicity came out.

“Let’s go outside and sit on the deck. Brittany’s getting cleaned up and will join us in a second.” She pointed to the plate on his lap. “Are those Gram’s snickerdoodles?”

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