Natalie. Mother-f*****g Natalie.
I grabbed Maria’s hand and squeezed it, hard.
“Oh my god,” I heard her say quietly. We turned and looked at each other, too stunned to say anything else.
Natalie princess-waved to the guests as she walked to the microphone. She embraced Logan and kissed him on the cheek.
“Ladies and gentlemen, it is my great pleasure to introduce to you all my wife, Natalie,” Logan said into the mic and stepped back. He started clapping, and the party guests joined in.
Natalie stepped up to the microphone. “Thank you all for such a kind, warm welcome,” she said, smiling warmly at the crowd, her voice dripping with honey.
“She is a good actress,” I whispered to Maria. “You can’t even tell she’s a grade A bitch.”
