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“Is it justified?” he asks.
“Some people would probably say no.”
“But you’re saying yes?”
“But I’m saying yes,” I confirm.
He considers me for a long moment, but finally, he nods. “Well, I trust your judgment. So, yeah. I’m in.”
Chapter Forty-two
Brynn
“I don’t know about this.”
Addison grins down at me, putting the last touches on my makeup. “I am. This was the best idea ever.”
“I can see why you feel that way. You get to wear a lab coat.”
Now that she’s done with my makeup, I stand and turn to look at myself in the mirror hanging up on the back of the door. I’m wearing the tightest baby pink strapless dress that has ever existed. It’s satin, and there’s a pretty pearlescent sheen to it, but it’s so tight, if I even try to walk, I feel the need to pull it back down.
Glancing at her, I say, “I’m beginning to think you just like playing dress-up with me.”
She smiles with teasing suggestion. “Well, you are a very pretty doll.”
I roll my eyes, then look in the mirror again.
Since it’s Friday night and we don’t have class tomorrow, we decided to have our Double Ryan night. But Addison invited Cassie and Cassie invited Annabel, and before I knew it, there was a house-wide open invitation.
Ten girls ended up wanting to join us, so instead of setting up in the smaller TV room on our floor, we’re going up to the floor above us where they have a huge sitting area and a massive TV. We’re making popcorn, and Addison made a batch of something she called brookies, and we’re all going to have an amended Double Ryan night.
We decided to replace The Place Beyond the Pines, though, given it was Killian’s pick, and when I asked Addison which Ryan Gosling movie she would like to be our second feature, she said there was only really one choice.
Barbie.
And to really get everyone in the spirit, she said we should all dress up as Barbies to watch it.
I’ll admit, the idea sounded fun.
Until she showed me the dress she picked out for me.
Nearly all my clothes are still at Killian’s apartment, so I’m pretty much at the mercy of Addison’s closet.
And Addison makes much more daring wardrobe choices than I do.
“I feel like a streetwalker.”
“It’s the stilettos,” she tells me, waving it off. “How lucky is it that we wear the same size in everything?”
“So lucky,” I say dryly, looking down at the high heels she put me in. They are beautiful pink heels with a delicate pearl strap around the ankle and a clear band that goes over my toes, so she also painted my toenails. “Unfortunately, if I have to walk down stairs tonight, I will die.”
“It’s the price we pay to be beautiful.”
“Death?”
“No one said it wasn’t expensive. Now, let me find my sneakers and we can go upstairs.”
“You are a cruel, cruel woman.”
