The Billionaire's Regret
she said, lifting a Barbie with ridiculously long hair and a sparkly purple dress, “is Auntie Rhea Barbie. She works in camera and says everybody has to pose.”
“Sounds natural.”
“And this is me.” She held up the most glitter-covered Barbie of the bunch, who for some reason was now wearing a crown, a doll-sized blazer, and mismatched shoes. “I’m the boss.”
“Obviously.”
“And this...” She reached for one of the Kens by the pillow, then looked at him with mild disgust. “This is the prince.”
The way she said prince sounded like the way adults said soggy mushroom.
I dropped onto the sofa, crossed my legs, and took the glass of water Salma had apparently already left on the coffee table. “Why do yo