The Billionaire's Unlikely Bride by Helen Cooper Page B

Brittany. I shall never doubt you again.” Peter turned towards her and gave her a hug, giving me time to study him. He was about 5”10, with dark hair and green eyes. He was devastatingly handsome and radiated money. I had to admit that Brittany had done me right here, there was nothing that I could see on the surface that was wrong with him.
     
                  “Would you like a drink Elle?” Peter offered politely. I was impressed, I was so used to guys that told me to go and get a drink expecting me to be their personal ATM.
     
                  “Rum and coke please.” I smiled at him and giggle along with Brittany as he walks to the bar.
     
                  “Isn’t he to die for?”
     
                  “Not really.”
     
                  “Elle!”
     
                  “Okay, okay, he’s hot. Good job.”
     
                  “Omg, what if we had a joint wedding?”
     
                  “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves here Brittany.” I haven’t told her about my plan to move to Los Angeles. She knows I want to be a screenwriter but I think that she thinks I want to be a wife and mother more because I’m a teacher.
     
                  “We should plan to have kids around the same time and then they can get married and we can be related.”
     
                  “Yeah, it would be nice to be related.” I smile at her wistfully.
     
                  “Here are your drinks ladies.” Peter passes me a drink and I thank him. Our fingers graze when I take it and we smile at each other.
     
                  “So Brittany tells me you’re from Iowa?”
     
                  “Yeah, Des Moines.”
     
                  “Cool.” He nods at me. I know he has nothing to say about Iowa. It’s funny. The rich crowd can always talk about a vacation in almost every country in the world but none of them ever had a word to say about Iowa.
     
                  “Yup. It was me and about a million corn fields.”
     
                  “Well, I like popcorn.”
     
                  “I like popcorn too.” I smiled at Peter. He was a lot nicer than most of Brittany’s other friends. I had never really been comfortable around most of them. They seemed more concerned with comparing new shoes and handbags than talking about anything substantive. And I certainly didn’t fit in, I didn’t know my Gucci from my Mossimo and had never owned a designer pair of jeans or shoes.
     
                  “We should get some soon.” Peter watched me as he spoke.
     
                  “Yes, we should.”
     
                  “Maybe we can grab a movie.”
     
                  “Maybe we can.”
     
                  “Omg, you two, I am going to scream already. Just plan a date already.” Brittany flapped her arms around as she screeched at us. Sometimes she reminded me of a teenager as opposed to a 25-year-old girl. I think it was because she was spoilt. She was my best friend and one of the best people I knew but she acted like a little kid sometimes. It was her dad’s fault. He always gave her everything she wanted. In fact, it was because of her that I had been able to live with her rent-free for soo long. I’m pretty sure that he didn’t really want that. Though, I wasn’t really sure. I’d only met Mr. Rosewood about 5 times and he’d never really paid much attention to me.
     
                  “Elle, will you go to a movie with me next week Friday.”
                 
                  “Yes, I will. Thank you for asking Peter.” And then we all laughed.
     
                  “C’mon guys. Let’s go dance.” Brittany grabbed our arms and dragged us onto the dance floor. Laughing I followed her and we all