Tiffany
"What haven't you told me?" I ask pensively. I mean, I do trust Larry. To some extent. But these little snippets of conversation he's been having with God knows who are really making it difficult for me to fully comprehend the life I've drifted into.
He shifts again in the car and sighs. "It's nothing," he says, then starts the car and pulls away from the mansion.
"You can't really say that, can you?" I slowly grow impatient with him. "You said you had something important to tell me and now it's nothing?"
He shrugs and makes a sound deep in his throat that resembles a growl. I should be the angry one, but I'm mostly done with the fights, so I say nothing.
The drive to the hangar where his private jet is stored is mostly quiet because it seems both of us have nothing to say. When the private jet is up in the sky, I relax against the headrest and plug my AirPods in.
Larry passes me a glass of sparkling champagne with a smile. I take it and sip it slowly. Then, I take off one of the AirPods just to make small talk.
"You looked really beautiful today, at the wedding," he says, then stutters. "Not that you don't look beautiful now…"