The Billionaire's Unlikely Bride by Helen Cooper Page A

he the tall dark handsome man. They were the perfect couple and I had a feeling that they would be getting engaged soon.
     
                  As I showered I started to think about what I would do when Brittany got married. There was no way I could stay in this penthouse and I would never want to live with Brittany when she was married. I had about $15,000 saved up and figured that would be enough to get me to Los Angeles and into a cheap apartment while I tried to make it in the land of fortune and fame. It scared me when I thought about moving to LA, I had no plan B and no parents rich enough to pay my way if things didn’t go well.
     
                  “Hurry up Elle.” I could hear Brittany dancing around to some music. I was sure she must have had a couple of drinks and was anxious for us to get out and start dancing.
     
                  “Coming, coming.” I quickly put on a pair of skintight leather pants and a silver sequined top. The top always made my gray eyes shimmer. I grabbed a brush and pulled it through my chestnut brown hair. I examined myself in the mirror as I applied my makeup. Not too shabby, though I needed a haircut. I applied my eyeliner and sprayed some Obsession on my neck and wrists. Everyone in Brittany’s crowd laughed at my choice of perfume but it was my mother’s favorite and it always made me feel closer to her.
     
                  “Okay, I’m ready.” I walked into the living room and Brittany grabbed my arm and danced me around the room.
     
                  “You are so hot Elle. Peter is going to love you.” I laughed at her, she had definitely been drinking.
     
                  “Well, let’s go and meet him then.”
     
                  “Oh, yeah. I forgot to tell you. Brunch tomorrow at Dad’s at noon.”
     
                  “Oh, he’s back from Europe?” Elliott Rosewood was always traveling. It seemed that he was never in one place for longer than a few weeks. Brittany told me it had been that way since her mom died when she was ten years old.
     
                  “Yeah, a couple of weeks ago. Olivia will be there as well.” She made a face.
     
                  “Olivia?”
     
                  “Olivia Branford. Peter’s mom.”
     
                  “Oh.”
     
                  “I suppose Peter will be there as well.”
     
                  “Oh.”
     
                  “I guess if you guys hook up tonight you can always just go together tomorrow.”
     
                  “What ? ”
     
                  “ Ha-ha , you should see your face Elle. Trust me you won’t be such a prude when you see what a hottie he is tonight.”
     
                  “Uh huh.” I smile at her. I was not a prude by any means but felt pretty confident that I wouldn’t be hooking up with Peter that night, hottie or not.
     
                  “Will Mark be there?” I ask.
     
                  “No, he’s out of town on business.” She pouts. “But that won’t stop us from having fun.”
     
                  “So is Olivia dating your dad?”
     
                  “Who knows?” She laughs. “They’re old friends but I’m sure she would love to snag him.”
     
                  “Oh ok.”
     
                  “Let’s go Elle.”
     
                  “Okay, okay.” I grab my handbag and we head out the door.
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                  “Nice to meet you Elle,” Peter kissed my hand and Brittany grinned at me.
     
                  “I told you she was a beauty Peter.”
     
                  “That you did