Olivia
It's the first time that I'm traveling without my kids. I'm so worried about them that I'm almost lactating. Almost. Thank God I'm not lactating. That would ruin the dress that Rosalind forced me to wear. It's a blue sheath dress, which supposedly matches my eyes. I've got two pairs of Spanx under it so that I don't have any "bulges", and I'm having a hard time breathing.
I'm pretty sure my colon has been pushed up behind my lungs.
My kingdom for a bulge.
"Are you hungry, miss?" the flight attendant asks me. She doesn't have any bulges, either. In fact, the other flight attendant doesn't have a bulge, too. Nor do the two pilots, who are both women and are flying the plane in mini-skirts.
I'm the only passenger in Rock's private plane. He's flying me to Los Angeles in it, while
