Wreck the Halls Read Online Tessa Bailey

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Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 109318 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 547(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
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Beat looked at Melody.

She smiled back wistfully.

They stayed that way for several drawn-out seconds, letting the hope build. Then they both faced the camera. “No,” they said at the same time. “Absolutely not.”

“But we’re going to damn well try,” Beat added.

“For Belding,” Melody breathed.

They clasped hands, raising them high above the gap between their chairs. “For Belding.”

And for blackmail, Beat thought, forcing his smile to remain in place.

Chapter Eight

December 15

Was she in the middle of a makeover montage?

Since arriving back at the Applause Network offices bright and early Friday morning, Melody had been trapped in a whirlwind of grooming tools, hair products, self-tanning paraphernalia, and sequins. So many sequins. Initially, she’d been asked by the various aestheticians and hair gurus about her typical routines, but when she couldn’t provide them with anything resembling a satisfactory answer, they stopped talking and quite simply began tearing strips of hair off every inch of her body, shaping her bangs, buffing and polishing her nails and never once offering her any more beignets.

Of course, Beat was nowhere to be seen. He didn’t need to undergo a transformation to be camera ready—he’d been born that way. All he had to do to prepare for tonight’s gala was don a suit and spritz on a little cologne and he’d have everyone’s panties around their ankles. Probably even hers.

Fine. Definitely hers.

Come to think of it, she was kind of grateful to the woman currently lecturing her about the importance of wearing the correct bra size. At least it was distracting Melody from the butterflies in her stomach that had been circling madly since Wednesday’s confessional taping.

There isn’t a single thing that could make you look bad.

Beat had said those words to her. Meant them.

And then there was the fact that she’d be dropping in unexpectedly on her mother. Did she have an undiscovered sadistic streak? Because the simple act of imagining the shock on Trina’s face was enough to make Melody breathless. Not once in her life had she managed to render Trina speechless. Or any form of surprised, really.

During those February visits, Melody usually spent most of the time nodding along to Trina’s stories and rants. What if signing on to this reunion show and putting herself out in front of the world made her mother see her differently? Maybe Trina would recognize something of herself in Melody and want to explore their commonalities? It was a lot, maybe too much, to hope for. But their relationship couldn’t remain status quo.

Whatever happened over the next nine days . . . something was happening. Either she was kicking the beehive of their mother-daughter relationship, hoping to change it. Or she was finally taking steps toward cutting the purse strings.

Right now, in this moment, anything happening felt like enough. She’d swung the bat instead of hoping to get walked to first base. She was participating in her own life, instead of trying to blend into the wallpaper.

“You are only filling out half this bra, my friend.” A woman named Lola with swooping eyebrows and black lip liner was dangling Melody’s most basic of beige bras in front of her face. “Typically, women wear bras that are too small and put themselves in a whole double boob situation, but not you. This thing reaches all the way up to your freaking collarbone. It might as well be a turtleneck.”

“It’s comfortable.”

“Comfortable!” The woman’s nostrils flared to the size of quarters. “Who said wearing a bra is supposed to be comfortable?”

“Maybe someone should have said that?”

Melody was whisked out of the chair and pulled across the carpeted wardrobe space to stand in front of a full-length mirror. Lola unbelted the silk robe Melody was wearing and pushed it dramatically to the ground.

“Hey!” Melody squeaked, wrapped her arms around her chest.

Lola shooed them away. “Look! Look at those cute little boobies. Let’s give them a proper home.”

“My God. They’re breasts, not rescue pets.”

“Aren’t they, though?”

“I see you’ve met Lola,” Danielle drawled from the entrance. “She’ll be packing you a wardrobe for the next nine days to make sure you look your best.” She held up a hand to someone in the hallway behind her. “No filming. She’s getting dressed.” Danielle made a wrap it up gesture to Lola. “Can you . . . ?”

“Working on it, boss. She’s not the easiest client.” Melody sputtered while watching Lola rummage through a plastic crate full of undergarments until she finally selected a bra, holding it up like it was baby Simba. “This will work with the gown I have in mind.”

Before Melody could say a word, Lola had circled around behind her and hooked the bra into place, twisted it around her waist, and jerked it up to cover her boobs. Lola wiggled it higher and then Melody was looking at herself in the mirror in nothing but a strapless bra and thong underwear.


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