“We have dresses.” Jaclyn pushes her chair back.
“Several.” Zoe finishes her wine and rises. “You’re not missing this.”
Before Shay can object, hands are on her arms, pulling her up.
“Come on.” Jaclyn loops her arm in hers. “We’ll find you something that’ll impress.” She winks at me. “After all, it is Valentine’s.”
They guide her away, laughing as they disappear down the hall.
She shoots me a look over her shoulder. It’s not angry or anxious. She tries to glare, but the smile she can’t hide gives her away.
“Who would’ve thought you’d fall in love over an anti-Valentine’s Day event?” Faye takes the dishes from me.
I’m not in love.
“Fate did.” Wilma collects glasses. “Fate knew the second you arrived.”
They don't know what they’re talking about.
The argument doesn’t last long because that bloody black-haired dog is growling not a foot away from me.
“Come on, man. I got no beef with you.”
It lunges.
Chapter Twenty
SHAY
IBARELY MAKE it halfway up the stairs before bedroom doors start flying open.
“Our shoe size looks the same. I’ll grab my extra shoes.” Zoe vanishes into the first bedroom, the door smacking the wall.
“And I brought a case of jewelry.” Zara rushes after her. “And I have dresses.”
Another door bangs open. “We all have dresses.”
“Rendezvous in Jaclyn’s room!”
A hand snags my wrist and pulls me inside another flower-power explosion of a room: floral wallpaper, pink bedding, and puffy curtains.
“What are we working with?” Missy smells like sugar and vanilla from icing my cookies earlier.
She circles me slowly, squinting like a tailor sizing up fabric.
