Thanks
As much as I’m enjoying talking to him, I feel myself drifting off again, so I send him one final text before I pass out.
Olivia:
You’re welcome. I’m about to fall asleep, have a good night.
Penn:
Sweet dreams, Barbie.
And I do. I fall asleep with a smile.
I forgothow exhausting my mother could be. Shopping with her is the worst. If there was ever anyone who could give Emily Gilmore a run for her money, it’s my mother.
She’d woken me up this morning, yelling about how late I was sleeping, then proceeded to complain that my leggings and oversized sweater weren’t appropriate for our outing because someone from the club might see us.
It only got worse as the day went on. I’m not even sure why she dragged me along. She didn’t like half the dresses I liked, and it’s not as if I needed a dress anyway. I have a closet full of them; half probably still have the tags on.
My phone buzzes in my purse, reminding me I haven’t checked it all day. I have a handful of texts from Ellie, but I skip over those for a moment, spotting one from Penn that makes my stomach flutter.
Penn:
Hi
I don’t know why a simple word likehimakes me giddy, but I decide not to overthink it.
Olivia:
Hi
Penn:
Just wanted to let you know, ya know in case you were slacking on YOUR stalking skills, we got the NYE gig
I don’t bother responding to the stalker part because honestly, I check their page more than I’d ever admit.
Olivia:
Wow! That’s amazing! Congrats
I’m genuinely excited for them, but I’m bummed that I won’t be there. I’m supposed to fly home on New Year’s Day.
Penn:
Thanks. How’s the fam?
Olivia:
Good. I went shopping with my mom. I needed (according to her) a dress for our Christmas party tomorrow.
Penn:
Did you get one?
Olivia:
Yes
