Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 76000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
She didn’t want me to see what her outfit looks like for tonight, so she went to Annabelle’s house early in the afternoon to get ready, and I’m headed over to Luna’s to finish getting ready myself and ride over with my sister and Wolfe.
All the lights in the inn are on as I bypass it and park in front of the house that’s attached to the lighthouse, where Luna and Wolfe live. I knock twice and then let myself in.
“Where are you guys?”
“I’m in the kitchen,” Wolfe calls out, so I head that way. He’s in his suit and hat, and he’s wearing those cool black shoes that have a white thing that hangs over them. I don’t know what it’s called.
“You look dapper,” I say as he turns and takes in my own costume.
“Same goes.” He grins when he spots my baker-boy cap. “I like your hat.”
“I’ve never had a reason to wear pinstripes.” I glance down at my brown suit. “But I kind of like it.”
“I’m ready.”
A breathless Luna marches into the kitchen, stops short, and smiles at both of us.
“You two are handsome.”
“That dress is amazing.” It’s royal blue with silver sequins and silver fringe that sparkles when she walks. Her hair has little waves in it, and she’s wearing a headband with a blue feather that matches her dress.
“It’s heavy,” she says with a laugh. “And I hate bright red lipstick, but it was all the rage a hundred years ago. Are we ready?”
“As we’ll ever be,” Wolfe says. “Zeke’s meeting us there.”
“Awesome, let’s go.”
We ride together so we take up less parking space, and when we walk up to the front of the house, Wolfe whistles long and low.
“I didn’t think they could outdo last year’s Disney theme,” Luna says. “But I was wrong.”
The front of the house looks like an old-fashioned storefront. The windows advertise women’s dresses for less than two dollars and men’s shoes for three dollars in bold, vintage writing.
When we get to the front door, a little cutout slides open, and we can only see a set of eyes.
“What do you want?”
“Password,” Luna whispers to me.
“Just looking for some candy canes,” I say, and then the cutout slides shut, the door opens, and we’re gestured inside. A heavy, black curtain hangs across the entrance, but when it’s pulled back, it unveils one hell of a party being had.
“It’s totally a speakeasy,” Luna says with laughter. “We even had to use the password.”
Annabelle’s Victorian-style home is sprawling, and she doesn’t waste even an inch of space. The bar is busy, the dance floor hopping, and people are laughing and talking in groups throughout the first floor of the house.
“You’re here!” Sarah and Tanner join us, both of them dressed similarly to the rest of us, just in different colors. “This is so fun. They even made us use the password. I didn’t think it was a real thing.”
“Annabelle doesn’t play around, even when she’s playing around,” Tanner reminds her. “Let’s hope the cops don’t crash the party and take us all to jail.”
“Speaking of the cops, check out Cullen.” I point to where June’s brother is standing across the room, dressed head-to-toe in a vintage police uniform. He even has the domed helmet-looking hat and a huge handlebar mustache that looks damn uncomfortable.
“There’s June!” Luna jumps up and down and rushes through the crowd to hug June before dragging her back toward us, and all I can do is stand here and stare like an idiot.
She’s wearing a green flapper dress with silver fringe that hugs every amazing curve of her body. Silky green gloves cover her arms up over her elbows, and she’s holding a long, black cigarette stick, complete with the cigarette. Her red hair is tucked up in a little bob, and she’s wearing dark eyeliner and bright red lipstick.
Jesus, she’s gorgeous.
“Wow,” Sarah says, grabbing June’s hand and making her spin. “That outfit is out of this world.”
“Grandma expects us to go a little over the top,” June says with a shrug. “Did you see Cullen’s uniform?”
“It’s awesome,” Luna says with a nod. “How did she get an entire speakeasy in here?”
“She has her ways,” is all June says. When she glances toward me, her green eyes turn hungry as they quickly skim over my body, but then she glances away again. “I’m not allowed to divulge any of those ways to you, either. Sorry.”
“I like your dress.” It’s a simple statement, and I want to say much more, but there are too many people around.
“Thanks. Your suit doesn’t suck at all. I’m shocked.”
There she is, being sassy, and it makes me laugh.
“You guys weren’t kidding.” Zeke joins us, holding a glass of whiskey. “This party is insane. I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“That’s right, this is your first one,” I say to Zeke, who looks like he’s just walked into the Met Gala. “It’s a shock to the system, isn’t it?”