Chapter 8
Chapter 8
Saturday rolled around and everyone was buzzing with excitement.
They were about to tour a 5,600-square-foot penthouse in the heart of downtown.
‘d wanted to bring Yuna along for the show, but she had to work her weekend dishwashing gig.
At the building entrance, the doorman gave Sutton a deep bow when he saw her.
Welcome home, Miss.”
couldn’t help wondering just how long Sutton had been squatting in my place.
ven the concierge thought she was the actual owner.
When those massive doors opened to reveal the floor-to-ceiling river views, everyone collectively gasped.
Dude, I Googled this place-we’re talking like two hundred mil.”
Girls like Sutton who have it all-money, brains-like, what problems could she even have?”
Thank God Grayson’s family came into money, otherwise he’d be way out of her league.”
Sutton, just let me know when you’re having kids so I can prep for my dramatic exit from this world.”
asking in all the worship, Sutton was clearly feeling herself.
he sprawled across the couch in her princess dress like she owned the damn place.
Vhich, apparently, she thought she did.
But the most nauseating part wasn’t her obvious flexing.
t was this whole “poor little rich girl” performance she kept putting on.
Oh my God, you guys, stop.”
‘Like yeah, I have money, but zero love in my life.”
She sniffled dramatically.
“It’s literally my birthday and my parents are in Europe-too ‘busy’ to come home.”
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She waved at this mountain of designer shopping bags in the corner.
“All I have for company is this cold, materialistic stuff.”
“Honestly? Sometimes I think I’m like, clinically depressed.”
Everyone ate it up.
“Aww Sutton, don’t be sad! At least you’re not broke AND lonely like the rest of us.”
‘Girl, if I had your bank account, I’d be way too happy to ever feel depressed!”
‘Real talk though-I’d take money over parental love any day.”
‘Love doesn’t pay rent. Cash rules everything.”
was enjoying the performance when Sutton suddenly turned to me:
‘Stella, if you had money like this…”
‘What would you even do?”
Jnder everyone’s watchful eyes, I blinked innocently and smiled:
‘Me? Oh, I’d probably whine 24/7 just like you-going on about how I don’t need money, I need love.”
Dead silence.
Then I heard Sutton start sniffling.
Seriously? That wasn’t even that brutal.
Grayson immediately pulled Sutton into his arms, then whipped around to scold me.
‘Stella, what the hell is wrong with you?!”
“Apologize to Sutton right now!”
Apologize?
For what exactly?
Sutton dabbed at her reddened eyes.
“It’s fine. Stella doesn’t understand what it’s like to be wealthy.”
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“I’m not mad at her.”
How generous of her to forgive me.
“The housekeeper texted-cake’s almost here. Let’s not kill the vibe.”
“This is supposed to be fun, people!”
Just like that, the drama was forgotten.
They started placing bets on what kind of cake Sutton ordered-brand, size, the works.
“Has to be Ladurée. Only the most exclusive shit for our girl.”
“I’m betting on some twelve-tier monstrosity. Full princess treatment.”
But when Mrs. Coleman walked in with this sad little four-inch cake, Sutton’s face went nuclear.
Her voice turned icy:
‘Mrs. Coleman, didn’t I specifically tell you Ladurée?”
“What the hell is this?”
Using that tone on her own mother.
She’d really perfected the spoiled brat act.
Mrs. Coleman set the cake down gently.
‘Sweetie… I mean, Miss, that Ladurée place costs a fortune. You barely eat sweets anyway, so I grabbed
something simple.”
‘It’s about celebrating together, not showing off. Plus I got tons of groceries-gonna cook everyone a real
home-cooked meal!”
Clearly her own mother had decided to save money instead of buying the fancy cake for show.
Sutton was about to explode.
“I told you we’re ordering five-star catering for my friends.”
“No one needs you cooking!”
“You know what? Take the day off. Just leave.”
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Mrs. Coleman had already put on her apron:
“Miss, takeout’s so expensive.”
“My cooking’s way better anyway-got fresh meat from back home…”
SPLAT!
Before Mrs. Coleman could finish, Sutton had smashed the cake onto the floor.
“Why won’t you ever listen to me?! Do you WANT to ruin my birthday party?!”
“Yo, lady, you’re literally just the help here. When Miss says something, that’s final.”
“We want that fancy lobster Sutton promised, not some farm-to-table nonsense.”
‘Sutton, maybe your parents should find new staff. She’s way too involved-people might actually think she’ related to you!”
‘Like, know your place. The family’s loaded-why’s the housekeeper trying to budget-shame?”
While everyone piled on, Mrs. Coleman quietly wiped her eyes.
For her daughter’s sake, she swallowed her pride.
I’m sorry, Miss. I overstepped.”
Won’t happen again. I’ll just… I’ll head out.”
he untied her apron, ready to leave.
But this delicious trainwreck?
To way I was letting it end this easily.
