Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 110624 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 442(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110624 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 442(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
“No, I can’t. Thanks. Actually, believe it or not, I have a date tonight.”
Tarah dropped her spatula and picked it up, waving it at me. “Excuse me? How did I not know this?”
“It’s no big deal. I’m not sure if I even like him like that. He’s a guy in my math class. His name is Alistair.”
“Interesting name.”
“Yeah, tell me about it. He is really cute, though…and nice…and smart.”
“As opposed to really hot…not so nice…and super smart, like Jake? You know, I thought that something was developing there, but I guess I was wrong?”
“Why would you think that?”
“I don’t know. There is just this vibe between you two lately. I really sensed it when we were at Eleni’s the other night. You guys are opposites, but you seem to fit together somehow.”
I know.
I shrugged my shoulders in frustration. “Well, tell that to him.”
“I knew it! I knew you liked him,” she said pointing the spatula at me.
I held out my hands in protest. “Please don’t go there right now, okay? I am supposed to be focusing on this date.”
She rolled her eyes. “I wanted to slap that bitch Desiree the other night. She clearly wanted to get her paws into him.”
My stomach knotted up when she mentioned Desiree. “Can we not talk about Jake right now?”
“Okay, okay…your date. First off, what are you wearing?”
“My black Donna Karan dress…”
“You mean your only dress? No. Boring. You are borrowing something from my closet. Next: what are you doing with your hair?”
“I was going to wear it up in a twist.”
“No. I’ll blow it out straight and do some loose sexy curls for you. What about makeup?”
“The usual. A little mascara and some lipgloss.”
She closed her eyes and shook her head in disagreement. “Nah. Let’s do a smoky eye on you. You are gonna look so hot for this date, Nina. What’s his name again?”
“Alistair.” I laughed.
“Alistair is not gonna know what hit him.”
“Alright, whatever you say, T. I’m going to take a shower. Maybe we can do this thing after you’re done eating.”
A half-hour later, I emerged from the bathroom to find Tarah already in my room with a handful of dresses laid out on the bed. The small towel I was using was not quite big enough to cover my breasts, so I struggled to keep it closed over my chest to avoid giving her a private show.
“Nina…good God girl…you have the best rack! I don’t know if I have ever really noticed before now. We are definitely showing those off tonight.”
Letting Tarah dress me from head to toe might not have been a great idea after all.
“What do you mean show them off?”
“The girls—all three of you—will be hanging out with Alistair tonight.” She winked. “Which of these four dresses do you want to try on first?”
“That one,” I pointed to the dress that looked the least revealing.
“I figured you’d say that. Let’s try this one,” she said picking up a different dress, a strapless pink lace number. I couldn’t get the top to fit over my boobs and nixed it as an option.
No luck either with the next two I tried on. The last wrap-style dress was fluorescent purple and low-cut but fit me like a glove. The color was a little bright for my taste, but it seemed this was the one out of the group. It was pretty revealing, but there was no denying how good it made my body look.
“You are curvy in all the right spots. I would kill for your body,” she said.
I thought back to my ex-boyfriend and how he always told me I would look better if I lost weight to look more “athletic,” even though I was already fairly thin except for my breasts and butt.
“Okay, this one is the winner. What’s the next step in making me into a drag queen?”
“Let’s get you into a zip-down jacket, then we’ll do your hair and makeup and get dressed last.” Tarah started taking out curling irons and makeup from a large black satchel.
After an hour and a half of blow-drying, curling, buffing and puffing, she handed me a mirror. My transformation into a glamour puss was staggering, actually. My light blue eyes appeared at least three times bigger with the gray shadow and mascara. She also applied a dark pink lipstick that made my lips look pleasantly plump. My hair was perfectly styled into big, soft curls that she sprayed to make sure they held. Her skills were amazing. Alistair wasn’t going to believe his eyes.
It was 6:30 and Tarah helped me slip into the purple dress to avoid messing up my hair and makeup.
“Wait right here. I have the perfect shoes,” she said as she ran to her room.
She returned with the most striking pair of purple stilettos.
“These are gorgeous.” I looked at the inside. “Manolo Blahnik? Are you kidding me?”