CHAPTER 15 | Ellie
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As soon as I finish my last lesson, I head straight for Holly’s place. She lives with her mom in the world’s most adorable cottage. It’s right next to the polo fields and every Sunday I’m off work, we sit on her back porch, drink mimosas, and watch the matches. Technically, I’m not off work today, but Holly doesn’t question it when I knock on her eye-poppingly yellow front door.
“Tell me you have food,” I say, holding up a bottle of champagne in one hand and a bottle of orange juice in the other. I hit the grocery store on my way and after dealing with Caleb freaking Reese I have never felt more in need of a drink.
“Do I have food?” Holly drags me inside, grinning. “Is the Pope Catholic?”
I laugh. A true southerner, Holly always has food in her house—real f
