Page 49 of When Art Falls


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“Maybe I already have plans.”

“Don’t fucking play with me, Cin.”

“Why am I just being told about this? Some notice would’ve been appreciated.”

“I’m sending a car for you at six. Have your ass ready to go.”

“What should I wear?”

“I transferred some money into your account.”

“Of course you have my account number,” I say dryly.

“The hair stylist will be at your place at four and the makeup artist at five.”

“What about my mom? She’s still recovering from surgery so can’t be left alone with Sebastian for too long.”

“The aide will be there before you leave.” He ends the call.

Damn, he has everything covered. I click open the bank app to check my account balance. Holy fuck, he deposited five thousand dollars.

I dial the number of the one person I know who is an expert in style.

“Hello?” Anneli answers.

“I need your help.”

“What happened? Did Art do something? I’ll kick his fucking ass.”

I laugh. “So, you’re ready to slay the dragon for little ole me.”

“You’re damn straight. I’m going for the eyes first.”

“O-M-G. You’re a complete mess.”

“I know I am, but you still love me.”

“I do.”

“So, what’s up?”

“I need to go shopping.”

“Where is Cin and what have you done with her? I knew there was some truth to theInvasion of the Body Snatchersmovie!”

“I’m being serious! I have to buy a dress.”

“Give me a second.”

I hear movement on the other end of the phone.

“What’s that noise?”

“I’m opening the window.”

“What for?”

“To see if pigs are flying, because I never thought I’d hear you say those words. Or maybe I should check to see if hell has frozen over.”