Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
They’re both in short dresses with skinny straps. They look beautiful, and I don’t know why I’m worried anyway. If I go with them, no one is going to be looking at me. “I was thinking I’d wear the black dress pants and my white button-up.” I pull the pants and shirt from the closet and hold it in front of me. “What do you think?”
Chloe is frowning at me, and Olivia groans before pulling the clothes from my hand. She pushes me to the side and puts the clothes back into the closet. She aggressively shoves the clothes around as she mumbles to herself. Chloe and I look at each other and smile. That’s Olivia for you. She’s bold and up-front about things. You never have to wonder where you stand with her because she’ll for sure tell you, but she’s also one of those people that if she likes you, she’d do anything for you. Even give you the shirt off her back.
I clear my throat. “Okay, Olivia, what do you suggest I wear?”
She turns and looks at me. “Hold on. I’ll be right back.”
She stomps out of the room, and I look at Chloe. “Where is she going?”
Chloe shifts from foot to foot, appearing uncomfortable. “So, uh, she brought a bag.”
“A bag? What do you mean a bag?”
She lifts her shoulders in a shrug. “A bag full of makeup, clothes, I’m pretty sure I even saw a wig in there.”
My mouth falls open. “I’m not wearing a wig.”
I hear the front door slam, and Olivia steps into the bedroom as I repeat what I told Chloe. “I’m not wearing a wig.”
She grimaces at Chloe. “Snitch.”
Olivia drops the bag on the bed and then lays the clothes over her arm next to the bag. She starts pulling things out. There’s makeup, curling wands, and yes, even wigs.
She picks up the first dress and holds it up to me. “Nope.”
Then the next one. “Nope.”
She then puts up the third one in front of me and pauses as she looks me up and down. “Perfect.”
“It’s red.”
She nods and rolls her eyes. “Yeah, I know that. And red will look perfect with your dark hair, green eyes, and olive complexion. Go put it on.”
I take the dress, still holding it to me, and turn to look in the mirror. She’s not wrong; red does make my hair and eye color pop. “But it doesn’t come to my knees.”
“Geez, I hope not,” she says as she smacks me on the ass. “Go on, get dressed. I need to do your hair and makeup.”
I start to walk into the bathroom. “Fine, but I’m not wearing a wig.”
“The wigs are mine. I like to keep people guessing. Now go on, get ready so we can go. I’m ready to get my freak on.”
I’m laughing as I shut the door and start to undress. I’ve almost talked myself out of this a thousand times this week, but it doesn’t look as if there’s any way Olivia is going to let me back out.
I put on the dress ready to hate it. Yeah, the color is good, but I thought for sure it would be too tight or show every bump and lump I have. I turn side to side and then back to front. I look… good. The neck is a little low cut, but nothing too bad. The bodice is fitted down to my waist and then flares out. I fluff the short skirt and giggle as I do a little spin.
“Get out here, Cinderella.”
I take a deep breath and open the door before ducking my head out. “Okay, so I’m just going to say it.” Both Olivia and Chloe are looking at me expectantly. I step out the door and point down at myself. “I mean, I look good. Right?”
They both gasp and circle around me.
“It’s perfect. You’re so beautiful.” Chloe exclaims, clapping her hands together.
Olivia is nodding her head. “It’s perfect. Now sit down and let me do your hair and makeup.”
I put my hand out to stop her. “Nothing crazy, Olivia.”
She cocks her hip out and puts her fist there. “Really? You know I do this for a living, right?” She grabs a brush and starts running it through my hair. I can feel pain as she tugs it, and I know I’d better smooth things over, or I’m going to be hurting. “You’re right. I’m sorry. You’re a master when it comes to hair and makeup.”
I smile up at her, and she pauses mid brush and stares me down. “And fashion obviously.”
I try to hide my smirk. “Of course, and fashion too.”
Satisfied, she nods her head and gets back to working on my hair. Chloe sits down on the bed and is scrolling through her phone. I can hear Jessie in the living room, talking on the phone, and Olivia is quiet as she works on curling my hair. Lost in my own thoughts, I start to think about Davis and wonder what he’s doing tonight. I haven’t seen him since Sunday, and I am a little disappointed. He had mentioned stopping by this week, and as each night went by, I couldn’t stop myself from wondering what he’s been doing and how he’s been feeling.