“Wear the white top with your skinny jeans. The blue ones.” I grinned at her. “And wear your white open-toed heels.”
“Heels to breakfast?” She made a face. “Are you sure that’s not too much?”
“Trust me, it’s not too much.” I held in a laugh.
If she was willing to wear fake eyelashes, dark eyeliner, and hair extensions, heels to breakfast were not too much at all.
“Okay, if you say it’s good.” She grinned at me. “Maybe Aiden will take one look at me and be like,Where have you been all my life?”
“Yeah, maybe.” I offered her a weak smile. I was pretty confident that Aiden didn’t have a romantic bone in his body.
“So, what else happened with you and Xander?”
“Nothing much. He’s such a jerk. Ugh,” I groaned. “Why do I still have the hots for him?”
“Because he’s hot.” She made a face. “And he has a tongue that can make you come in seconds.”
“Alice!”
“What? I’m just repeating what you told me.”
“That was when I still liked him. That was when he was the stranger I hooked up with at a wedding. That was when it was still exciting and I could remember and fantasize. Now I can’t do either of them.”
“Well, you can do both. It would just be a bit weird.”
“He’s the one who tried to have sex with me again. Should I tell Gabby?”
“I think you should.” She nodded. “He can’t have his cake and eat it too. That would be wrong.”
“You really think I should tell her?” I asked in surprise.
“Hell no.” She made a face and frowned up at me. “If you say anything, Gabby will never forgive you, and everyone in your family will think you’re a slut, and Aiden will think I’m a bad influence.”
“Alice.” I shook my head at her.
“And I just don’t think it’s a good idea, honestly, Liv. Just spend the weekend and pretend like nothing happened, and we’ll go home and forget him. Gabby deserves him. They’re both jerks.”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“And I mean, we don’t even know why they’re really getting married.”
“True.” I nodded. “I have no idea why he proposed to her all of a sudden.”
“Yeah, it all seems weird. Maybe he’s some shady drug dealer or part of the Mafia or something. Maybe Gabby is signing her baby away, like inRumpelstiltskinorThe Omenor something.”
“The Omen?”
“Yeah, you know, how that lady gave birth to Damien, the Devil.”
“She sold her baby to the Devil?”
“No, her babywasthe Devil.”
“Oh.” I scratched the side of my head. “So, you’re saying you think Gabby is giving birth to the Devil?”
“No, I meant more like maybe she’s selling her soul to the Devil, and Xander is the Devil.”
“I wouldn’t be shocked if I found that out.”
