“Mind if I have a look?” I asked.

“Be my guest,” Angelika answered, recrossing her legs too widely to be considered modest by even the loosest definition.

Natasha glared, folding her arms as I tried to approach the tabletop. I say tried because Sofia and Alexandra didn’t budge, blocking my path with their crossed legs, elbows propped on the table in identical poses.

“Go ahead,” Alexandra said with a devil’s smile that made me regret my cheek in coming over here.

I’d thought I’d get some gossip. Instead, I had a feeling I was about to get my ass grabbed.

Sorina, their mother, leaned on the table with hot eyes and a salacious smile. “These are just so beautiful. You did a wonderful job.”

“Oh, I can’t take credit,” I said lightly, leaning over their laps to delve my hands into the fern, rooting around for the rogue candle. “I just grow them.”

“He works with his hands, Alex,” Sofia said.

“I’ll bet he does,” Alexandra agreed. “Bet he plants his seeds all over the place too.”

One of my brows rose, and I gave her a look. She returned it with an expression that belonged in a porno.

“God, it’s like no one has standards anymore,” Natasha barked.

Alexandra snapped back, “Fucking a doctor instead of a DJ doesn’t make you suddenly enlightened. You’re the same old slut you always were. Only difference is that now you’re with a guy who can prescribe you penicillin for your STDs.”

“Girls,” Sorina said apathetically.

“You’re the worst, you know that?” Natasha asked, standing in a huff, the action punctuated by a stamp of her foot and a bounce of her perfectly coiffed hair. “You’d think you’d at least be nice to me on my birthday.”

But Alexandra laughed. “I’m sorry. I love you even though you’re a desperate hag.”

Natasha’s cheeks flushed, her face screwed up with rage. “Whatever. I’m going to find Brock.”

This time, all of them chuckled.

“She’s so cute when she’s mad,” Sofia said.

“I hate you,” Natasha shot over her shoulder as she strutted away in a glide that defied physics, given the height of her heels.

“But we love you,” her sisters sang in unison, as if they’d had this exchange a thousand times.

She flipped them off without breaking her stride.

With a sigh, Alexandra stood. “I’ll go get her.”

“She’ll feel better once she opens the Chanel ring I got her,” Angelika said.

“Ugh, you bitch. I was going to get that for her too, but I wanted it for myself.” Sofia pouted. “I got her Gucci instead.”

Angelika perked up. “The sunglasses or the watch?”

“Both,” Sofia answered with a smirk.

Angelika’s eyes widened, her mouth opening up in wonder. “She’s going to die.”

“I know!” Sofia said on a giggle.