Just Between Us

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Stefani's pov

Ew, no way in hell I'm wearing a dress. I like my black turtle neck, grey slacks and stilleto heels with my stockings. I'm going to slick my hair back into a low ponytail, a nice gold rope chain and crisp gold watch should do it. Nails are crisp white. Not too flashy, but so subtle, it's sexy.

"Looking good as always fake girlfriend," Veronica steps down in a dark blue party dress.

"Same applies to you," I finished putting on my trench coat.

"Where's Rachel?" I was looking at the time.

"Wait- you can actually read the time? I thought rich people just wear flashy things," Veronica questioned.

"N-not another word. Not tonight," I shook my head at the bullshit I just let my ears listen to.

"I can't find my nipple blockers!" Rachel whined upstairs from her bedroom.

For fuck sakes woman, you're older than me and-

"Oh I found them! They were under my pack of edible thongs!"

"Rachel put your damn dress on!" I sighed and Veronica is just standing there.

"Can someone help me zip my dress again?" Rachel whined.

"Not it," I muttered and Veronica didn't put up a fight about it either.

There was knocking on Rachel's door so I went to open it to find Lana downing her flask.

"It's okay, I have the bottle in my purse," she wiped her lips and I rolled my eyes with a smile knowing how ridiculous tonight is going to be. This is just too much.

I'm actually kind of looking forward to see Carter Cammery perform..

I haven't checked on Lillian yet and by that I meant I silenced my phone from all notifications and just showed up at places unannounced.

"How's the wife?" Lana slightly slurred.

Oh for fuck sakes.

I went into Rachel's cabinets and concocted something for Lana to drink. I handed it to her as she looked defiantly but I insisted.

"Oh god!" She revolted and hurled over the sink.

There you go, drink up.

I handed her a glass of orange juice and she just spat it out, if not, much quicker.

Yep, she's sober now alright...

"Here," I gave her aspirin and two tablets of water as she was still gagging the horrible taste in her mouth.

"That was the most horrible thing I ever consumed, I thought you were good at cooking," she groaned.

"I'm also good at making you sober," I plainly said and she shrugged in agreement.

"Cant have you in the ballroom slurring about me and wife before midnight either," I was staring off into space.

"How is Lillian by the way?" She wiped her lips.

I was about to tell her that I didn't even bother checking on Lillian because I'm not sure how to go about it honestly. She's clearly fed up with kent but I could never openly act out like that.. mainly because I'm a public figure but I understand where she's coming from. I feel like my composure might make things worse because she's going to blame herself for what happened today.

Knocking at Rachel's door continuously annoyed me until Lana opened the door, "speak of the devil woman herself," I felt an itch at the back of my neck.