Confessions of an Heiress

Chapter 27 - A Conversation

I went upstairs to my parent's bedroom loft. I couldn't see Robi right now, or his hamburgers. And I certainly didn't want to be subjected to the knowng gaze of Uncle Galileo again either. I would talk to Izzy. She would know what to do. I'll tell her the short version of everything. I know she can help. If Randy can escape from jail and shut down a whole country, surely Izzy can get me out of a birthday party.

How can a birthday party go so incredibly wrong? Just a few hours ago, I was laying on my bed with Atlas wondering if the cupcakes would be the good kind, or the fake sugary kind and giving James rides in the elevator. How does one lousy party become the demise of not only my marriage but my life? No wonder I was worried kids would ruin my life. Ok, Atlas is great, but his birthday party is killing me here!

The elevator dinged.

Izzy?

I gasped. I would have rather seen a ghost.

What's this? A soggy Heiress?

I lost it. I totally lost it. I just wanted to see Izzy. Not Robi. NOT George. No one who was going to make this day any worse. Robi said the McCarthy's left. Why can't he just stay away???

Please just go George. I can't see you right now.

What are you doing up here?

This is my house George. I can go wherever I want to.

Well, if you're upset, I thought you'd be hiding in the bathtub.

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