My best friend married a rich, handsome CEO in a whirlwind wedding.
Funny, so did I.
Even funnier, we married into the same family.
Her CEO brother stays out all night, chasing after his first love.
My CEO brother-in-law hangs around bars and clubs, changing girlfriends one after another.
My best friend wailed, "I was hospitalized while pregnant, and he still didn't come see me!"
I scratched my head and asked, "Should we run away with the babies?"
She nodded in agreement. We decided to do it, and got right to work.
To scrape together travel money, we sold everything we owned, including the CEO's custom designer briefs.
Three years later.
My best friend was holding her son's hand, and I was holding my daughter's.
We were enjoying the sea breeze in Bali, staring at handsome, blue-eyed blond men showing off their abs and drooling.
My best friend's son turned around and called out, "Dad!"
I paled and grabbed my daughter's hand, sprinting away, only to be scooped up around the waist.
"Where do you think you're going this time?"
