She schooled her expression and wiped a streak of icing from my cheek. “Yeah, it’ll be totally fine. He didn’t give off rich-asshole vibes.”
If Selene or Dec felt like anything was off with Atlas, they would have told me.
“Yeah, it’ll be fine,” I repeated, trying to reassure myself. “I’m freaking out over nothing.”
“What are you going to wear?” Selene asked.
“A dress probably?” Something that looked good but was easy to take off.
Selene pulled out her phone, her nails tapping against thescreen. “That’ll be cute.” Her phone vibrated and she smiled to herself.
“Who’s got you smiling like that?” I asked.
“You’re just going to have to see.” She typed out another message and slipped her phone back into her pocket. “Now, let’s get these kolaches finished so we can get out of here on time.”
That was right.The fucking kolaches. It wasn’t like Brian needed them right away…
“You know—why don’t I just text Brian and tell him that we’ll have the kolaches for him later this week. We can close a little bit early today. Is that okay with you?” I asked, knowing Selene usually took all the hours she could get.
She grinned. “That works out perfect, actually.”
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A chocolate coconut cake andtwo piping bags full of icing sat in a box on my kitchen counter, just waiting for me to take them to Atlas’s. The only thing left to do was figure out what I was going to wear.
Dressed in my best lingerie—a light pink lace bra with a matching thong—I stared at the two dresses I’d laid out on my bed. Option number one was a green velvet wrap dress. Pretty, but very similar to the dress I wore to the wedding. Option number two was a satiny blue dress with spaghetti straps. It was cute, but the bra I was wearing wouldn’t work with it, and I didn’t like the way the material clung to my belly.
Fuck.
I went back to my closet, flipping through the rows of hangers in the hopes that something else might catch my eye, when the doorbell rang.
“Who the fuck could that be,” I huffed, pulling on my robewhen the doorbell rang again. “Coming,” I shouted, stomping down the hall to the front door.
I yanked it open to find Dec and Selene standing on my front porch.
“Surprise!” they said in unison.
“What are you guys doing here?” I asked, clutching my robe tight to my chest.
Selene held up a garment bag. “We wanted to bring you something to make tonight extra special.”
“It isn’t every day that our bestie gets dicked down,” Dec said.
I laughed, but I also wanted to cry. They really were the best.
“Aw, you guys. Come on, get in here,” I said, holding the door open for them.
They followed me down the hall to my bedroom, and Selene tossed the garment bag on top of the rejected dresses.
“I think you’re going to love it,” she said.
Dec and I stood on either side of her as she slowly unzipped the bag.
A light pink gingham swing dress with wide shoulder straps was inside. The perfect cutesy, retro dress of my dreams.
“Oh my gosh,” I said, “it’s adorable.”
“I knew you’d love it. It’s from the same boutique as the dress you wore to the wedding,” Selene said.
