Chapter 61: Billionaire Body Snatch
ELIZABETH HERALD
"What family?" I muttered. Then I smiled. "I’d rather be alone than with them, so it works out. But being drunk sure would make this evening more fun."
I picked up my water glass, which had been reduced to melting ice, and sipped what liquid was available. I would have drunk wine, but Gardenia had pulled her usual tricks so that I wasn’t served alcohol. If she could have forbidden me from eating the Carters’ food, she would have. Evil Bitch was really into the whole "death by a thousand cuts," and she found tiny, horrible ways to inflict pain.
"Why hasn’t anyone refilled your water?" asked my dinner companion.
"The same reason no one has offered me wine. The service at this end of the table is non-existent."
He lifted his hand. Poof! Out of thin air, a server appeared. "Please fill Miss Herald’s water glass, and keep it that way. Bring us ... oh, a 2018 Domaine de la Romanee-Conti Les Petits Monts. Clear Miss Herald’s plate. As for me, I only want the main course—don’t bother with the green stuff."
The server, a young man dressed in a white shirt and black pants, inclined his head. Then he swept my plate away. Moments later, he returned with a fresh glass of water and the wine. He uncorked the bottle and poured our glasses. I barely tasted the wine before the server came back with a serving of pistachio-encrusted salmon.
"Is there anything else you would like, sir?"
"No, thank you."
The server departed, and I watched Mr. Gorgeous study the fish.
"Do you wish it was pizza, too?" I asked.