“Handsome is what my granny would call me.”
“It’s perfect!” Scarlet bounces on the spot with excitement. “Can we go pick dresses, Luce? I’m dying to see what you picked out for us.”
“Yes! Boys, go get changed then carry on with thesebags. You take one gift from each plate and add it. Charlie, you can tie the bows, I don’t trust the other two,” Lucy orders.
“You got it, boss,” Charlie says, smirking at Elliot and Lance as he claps them both on the back.
Scarlet dashes into the kitchen on our way out of the room. “I’ll get a bottle of bubbles. Will be right up.”
Megan leads us up the stairs, jogging at pace as her excitement grows. “I was nervous about the dresses but after seeing how spot on you got the boys, now I’m just flipping excited to see what you’ve picked out for us.”
“Well, that’s pressure.”
“I have every bit of faith in you.” Megan grins down at her as we meet her at the top.
“But you didn’t,” Lucy snaps.
“How do you two live together, still?” I laugh.
“She brings me coffee, and breakfast in bed every day.” Megan shrugs.
“I actually miss my morning coffee from you, Luce. Maybe I should move back with you girls.”
“Umm, absolutely not. I love your son, but we barely have enough room for the two of us.” Megan cringes.
“I was joking.”
We file into the room that Scarlet sent us to in the west wing. The garment bags are hung on the back of the divider and Megan and me waste no time unzipping them.
“Wait for Scar!” Lucy scolds us.
“Snooze you lose!” Megan squeals as she unzips the first bag, revealing a gold sequin dress. “Holy fuck balls!”
“That’s mine!” Lucy states, moving to stand in front of usso she can unzip them herself. “Nina, that’s yours.” She hands me a bag. “Megan.”
Megan snatches it and kisses Lucy’s cheek. “Ahhh, thank you, thank you, thank you! I hope mine is as nice as yours!”
“Of course, it is,” she tuts.
I leave them to their bickering and lay the bag down on the bed.
“Oh my fucking god, yes!” Megan holds a red embellished dress up against her. It’s off the shoulder and falls straight from the waist with a thigh-high slit on either side. It’s seductive but classy, almost alluring, maybe. It’s very Megan. She starts stripping in the middle of the room.
“Megs, you do realise that Scar had the divider put up for us to change behind?”
“Nothing you haven’t seen before,” she quips.
“Bloody hell. Slow down or you’ll fall and rip it.” Lucy grabs the dress and holds it out for her to step into.
“You didn’t wait for me!” Scarlet accuses, stepping into the room with a bottle of champagne and four flutes.
“I did!” I tell her, taking the glasses and setting them down on the table.
“What happened to your hair?” I ask her, frowning at the loose tendrils.
“My hair?” She looks into the free-standing mirror. “Oh crap.” She laughs, releasing the messy bun and restyling it. “I caught it on the doorknob in the kitchen.”
“Scar, this is yours!” Lucy grins, thrusting the bag at her.
