Elizabeth POV
“How dare that b***h,” Elizabeth scoffed, wine sloshing over the side of her glass as she made wild hand gestures.
“Not t-to mention Vittoria,” Rosemary slurred, taking another sip of her wine. Elizabeth huffed in agreement. They’d taken refuge in her room, taking a few more bottles of wine with them.
They’d both thrown pillows from the bed on the lush carpet, and were splayed out on the soft fabric, both shoeless.
“But I have to say….you and Mr. De-Licious do have some chemistry, alright.” Rosemary giggled.
“Mr. De-Licious?” Elizabeth burst out laughing.
“Yeah, that’s the nickname the maids have for him,” she explained, giggling.
“It is fitting,” Elizabeth nodded with a smirk, but it disappeared when she remembered the night she’d just had.
“Or Mr. De-Mommasboy,” Sh
