She's a close friend, and I trust her to take me in, listen to me gripe, and not sell the story to the highest bidder. When you work for a billionaire, friends you can trust are paramount. I chose mine wisely. After the quick trip to Betty's, I tell her all about what happened between us. About how Caleb came home annoyed yesterday, then determined to make love to me the following evening. How I thought he'd finally seen me and liked what he saw. I thought he wanted to take me to the ball because he wanted to thank me, and maybe even because he enjoyed my company. How wrong I was. I tell her how I discovered the truth because of the humiliating conversation at my expense. I can’t help the tears running down my tears. Caleb only chose me because he had no time to find another standin. I was just a token girl. Another one. I thought I was special but I wasn’t even close to being special. Betty seethes, pacing the room. "Bastard! Bitches!" "Hey, come sit with me. You're making me motion-sick." She slumps next to me, but fidgets on her couch, scowling.
