Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
I open my mouth to respond as my phone rings. I glance at the screen and smirk before breaking into a huge smile. “Yes, he is.” I bring the phone to my ear and answer, “Yes, Professor Camden?” in my sweet and innocent voice. It doesn’t get used a lot.
He lectures me about scheming and threatens to tell my brother why he should not drive me home for the wedding before finally agreeing, as I knew he would. I’m feeling pretty good when I tell him I’ll be ready by eight, but then he ruins everything by asking me which dorm I live in. He should have such simple details about me memorized already. I sigh as I remind him that I live in Stroh and end the call to find Sophie looking at me with a face full of questions.
“Finn Camden is my brother’s best friend. He’s also the best man in his wedding this weekend.” I shove the cell into my pocket. “He doesn’t want to drive me home, so I texted my brother and told him I was going to take the train into New York City and then out to Connecticut. At night. By myself.” I shrug. “Obviously the train is perfectly safe, but why should I take the train when Finn is going to the same place?” I can’t believe Finn was going to let me take the train. It’s disheartening, really. “I knew I could count on Eric to tell Finn to give me a ride home and that Finn couldn’t bring himself to tell my brother that he doesn’t want to be stuck in a car alone with me due to my”—I pause and roll my eyes—“inappropriate advances.”
“Wow.” Sophie looks a little shocked.
“Right? He’s being ridiculous. I don’t have that much time left.”
“Time?”
“Yeah. We graduate in seven months. I don’t have any reason to stay in Philly after that. This is the optimal time window in which to make him fall in love with me.” I pause, thinking. “Honestly, I could not have timed my brother’s wedding any better. It’s happening at the perfect time for me to advance my seduction of Finn.”
“Um.”
“He’s finally single,” I continue on. “I need him to accept us before he finds someone else and I graduate.”
“Accept you?”
“That last girlfriend, just no.” I shake my head. “He has no idea how much he’s going to appreciate me in comparison. I guess I should thank her for that. But I won’t.”
Sophie crosses her legs and leans back on the bench seat. “Well, if anyone has the ability to force someone to fall in love with them, it’d be you, Everly Jensen.”
Three Weeks Ago
I survey the table. Perfect. Everything is set for dinner. Finn’s teaching a freshman-level Economics class right now, but he should be home just a few minutes after the lasagna is done. He loves lasagna. When he was a teenager he used to love staying over for dinner when my mom made lasagna, so I nabbed her recipe when I was home last month for my brother’s wedding.
So the table is set and Mom’s lasagna is in the oven. Laundry’s done and put away. And Steve, our new pet, is happily swimming in his bowl. Steve’s a big fat goldfish. I wanted to get a cat, but I’m not sure Finn’s apartment allows pets. Plus, a cat is really something we should decide on together as a couple. But a goldfish is a nice start. I’ve placed him in the center of the table, kinda like a centerpiece. It’s a little weird, maybe, but I thought he’d make a nice conversation piece over dinner. Finn can help me decide where his bowl should go permanently when he gets home.
Now it’s time to make sure my housewife look is perfect too. I grab my bag and head into Finn’s bathroom. I cleaned that earlier, while the sheets were in the wash. Honestly, I’m so good to him. I pull out the retro apron I ordered on Etsy and tie it around my waist, over my sweater and jeans. The pink and white polka-dot sash is long enough to wrap around my waist and then tie in the front. The vintage floral print below the sash hangs in an A-line style and ends a few inches above my knees.
My hair naturally lends itself to the look I’m going for today. It’s thick and almost black and I’ve styled it with extra volume and huge side swept bangs, like a picture I found of Brigitte Bardot. Next, makeup. I freshen up my face powder and reapply my lipstick. It’s light pink, to match my nails. I know it seems like I’d go for red, but I’m going for a retro sweetheart look today. Plus, I found the perfect pink nail polish to coordinate. I spent forever at the beauty store going through all the pinks. You know how they name the colors? The wrong name can ruin everything. I’m sure of it. So while I liked the shade of Suzi Shops & Island Hops, the name was all wrong. But then I found a pink called Mod About You. Perfect, right? It really sets the tone for the evening.