Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 79670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
“You can always hire a date,” Franny suggests. “I mean, I think you have to have sex with him, but that’s a plus.”
“I could do with sex,” I admit, looking in the mirror one last time before walking back in the dressing room and taking the dress off. “I could do with sex for sure,” I mumble before I step out of the gown.
Five days later, I’m sitting in a satin robe in the middle of my aunt Allison’s house as we are all getting our glam on. There are about fifteen makeup and hair people working on us.
One room is for makeup, and there is a whole other room for hair. Each room has mirrors with a chair in front of each so we can check what they are doing. I’m sitting in the black canvas chair, drinking champagne as everyone chatters around me. “I don’t think my dress is going to fit me,” Abigail pouts as she sits down in the chair next to me with a bowl of fruit. Her hair is loose and wavy, with one side pinned up.
“What are you talking about?” I look over at her as the girl blow-dries my hair.
“I swear every single day I think I won’t get bigger, and then.” She tosses a piece of strawberry in her mouth. “Then I put on something, and it’s just everywhere.”
“You look beautiful,” I assure her, leaning over to squeeze her leg. “And besides, who cares? Tristan loves you just the way you are.”
She glares at me. “Wrong answer,” she grumbles before throwing another strawberry in her mouth, and I laugh.
“What is the right answer?” I ask, taking a sip of my drink.
“The right answer is you don’t look big at all.” She takes a blueberry.
“I mean, that would be me bald-faced lying,” I reply, and her head whips my way. “You have a human growing inside of you. How are you not big?”
“Okay, I’m going to cut in here,” Franny says, “and not because I don’t enjoy listening to Gabriella dig herself a grave, but because if anything goes wrong, I think Julia is going to lose her mind.” She looks at Abigail. “You look amazing, and you’re glowing.”
“Thank you,” she says softly, and I see her blink away tears. I sit up in my seat and put my champagne glass down when I think she’s hurt. I would die for my family, but I would commit murder for my twin.
“Abi,” I say her nickname, getting out of the chair and hearing the girl who was doing my hair huff out. It takes one look from me for her to smile at me rudely, and I don’t even care. I turn back and look at her. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong,” she says, right before she sobs out, “I’m big and not just a little big, like a whole Shamu whale big.” She wipes away the tear angrily. “I can’t even see my vagina.”
“Do you want to see your vagina?” I ask, looking around. “There might be a hand mirror that we can borrow so you can make sure it looks the same.”
“Don’t do it,” Franny warns. “Mine was so puffy it looked like the lips of a monkey.”
“What the hell is wrong with you?” I hiss at her, and she holds up her hands.
“I even did before and after pictures.” She shrugs.
“I’m surprised it wasn’t your Christmas card!” Vivienne shouts from across the room, and all I can do is glare at Franny.
“I’m just saying,” Franny says, “I’m saving you,” before she grabs her phone from her lap and pretends to scroll through Instagram.
“Okay, one,” I say, grabbing a tissue from the counter in front of me, “you have never looked more beautiful in your life.” I wipe away the tear. “And two, does Tristan treat you differently?” I wait for her to answer, but all she does is shake her head. “Then that is all that matters. In two months, you will be holding your baby, and your body will return to the way it was.”
“Um,” Franny starts, and I glare at her so she shakes her head and goes back to her phone.
“You’ll be better than ever,” I say, and all the women agree with me. “Now, let’s get dressed so I can go to this event and pick up one of Dylan’s teammates, who will have hot sex with me, so I can rub it in his face.” I wink at her, and she just laughs. I walk back over to the chair and sit down. “Now, make me beautiful.”
The girls just smile at me as she pins my hair at the back of my neck in a messy bun, with strands of hair falling in front of my face.
I can’t tell you how long it takes for us to get out of the house, but I’m in the tenth party bus that has come to the house. “How do I look?” Christopher asks Matty, who is typing away on his phone. “Can you put your phone down?”