Chapter 18: Wind Beneath My Wings
VANESSA BELMONT
As we entered the patio area, Carver said, "Margaritas, ladies?"
"Hell, yes," said Grace and I together.
"I’ll go with Carver," said Ollie. "We’ll need four hands for all that booze."
Grace followed slightly behind me as we walked toward the pool’s shallow end. Fiona stepped in front of us. "Miss Belmont, may I speak with you?"
The image of Fiona grabbing me and throwing us both into the pool flashed through my mind. "I don’t want to talk to you. If you need a friend, go find Nathan."
Her expression immediately turned to hurt and her eyes filled with tears. "There’s nothing going on between us, Miss Belmont. I swear we’re just ordinary friends."
"Fuck off," said Grace as she came to stand beside me.
Fiona hugged herself, crystalline tears streaking her cheeks. "Miss Witherstone, what have I done to offend you?"
"You take up oxygen."
Fiona went to grab my hands, which was her go-to move for showing how sweet she was. Vomit. I avoided her grasp, but it didn’t matter. Fiona launched herself into the pool. Spluttering, she came to the surface.