We looked hot and ready to get our party on at the barbecue later.
We went to an Italian restaurant to grab a quick lunch before we had to go back and get ready for the housewarming party. We sat down and Troya ordered an iced tea while I went for a glass of chardonnay.
"Okay, so I have to tell you something Ki and I need you to promise not to over react," Troya said as we sat opposite each other at the table.
"Well, I don't know if I can promise you that Troya, how bad is this thing you have to tell me?" I asked suspiciously as I sipped on my wine.
"It's not that bad, I'm just worried you're going to overreact, you won't like it, I know that much."
"Okay, just tell me Troya, you might be surprised," I said.
"Ahh, okay well Ramone texted me earlier at the salon..." she said before pausing.
"Go on," I said.
"He bumped into Thomas downtown and invited him to the party tonight," she said, watching me intently.
"Right..." I said cooly, taking a big, long gulp of the wine until there was almost none left in my glass. I signalled the waiter and pointed to the glass to order another.
"Shit, you're pissed aren't you?" Troya said in a panicked voice, "I'll call him and tell him we cancelled, okay? Damn, he probably wasn't going to come anyway..."
I didn't want Troya to stress so late in her pregnancy and she was right, Thomas most likely wouldn't show up for some small suburban barbecue, he was a billionaire after all, I'm sure he had better things to do with his free time.
"No...it's fine, like you said he probably won't come, right?"
"I doubt it. But at the very least Eric is in Italy apparently so you don't have to worry about the both of them turning up."
I tried my best not to act annoyed over the whole situation, it wasn't Troya's fault after all.
"Okay, don't worry about it. I'm a big girl anyway," I told her.
We finished our pasta meals and headed back to the house. I couldn't help but think of how I would react if Thomas did show up at the party tonight. I wondered if Eric had ever told him the truth about our night together and if he did, did he hate me? These thoughts stirred in my head as we rode in silence.
Once we arrived, we found Ramone had come home early from work and already set up a gazebo in the backyard. Troya and I got to the kitchen to prepare some salads and other snacks and I tried hard to had friendly with her and not show that I was uncomfortably anxious. Once we'd done prepping the food and everything was in order we went and got ourselves looking nice. I put on a tight, red body con dress that looked great against my coffee skin and some sexy black pumps. I admired ass in the mirror, it looked great in this dress and I praised myself for all the squats I'd done to get me into this shape.
I walked downstairs and some guests had already arrived. Troya and Ramone intruded me to their neighbours Cassidy and Jim and I politely made small talk with them. When the guests went outside I was left alone with Troya in the kitchen again.
"You look like a total hoochie in that dress Ki," she told me in a disapproving yet joking voice.
"Whatever, just because you're preggo, this is so exactly what you would wear if you had an ass like this," I joked.
"Girl, my ass is all class, always has been," Troya snapped back playfully.
"Women, no fighting please," Ramone said as he walked into the kitchen with a bottle of wine in his hand.
"Yes, I'll have one of those," I said snatching the bottle from his hands and pouring a glass.
"We're just playing baby, you know what sisters are like," Troya told him, "what did you come in here for?"
"Oh I just thought we'd start taking the food outside now,"
"Sure thing."
The three of us went outside and I sat there pretending to fit in to these people's family orientated lives. I felt totally out of place listening to them talking about the best pre-schools in the area and water births.
"I bet you can't wait to have kids