BABE.
WE SAW YOUR FACE.
YOU’RE ALREADY THERE MENTALLY.
Ruby:
I’m ending this chat.
Ava:
You can’t.
We own you now.
Sienna:
Bring your purse. We’re doing touch-ups.
Trey:
Also, bring tissues in case you cry when you see him in the dinner lighting.
Ruby:
OH MY GOD GOODBYE.
Ava:
GO GET YOUR MAN, YOU BEAUTIFUL DISASTER
CHAPTER 10
Ruby
I’ve opened my wardrobe, and it’s betrayed me.
Everything inside is either too casual, too slutty, too “I have emotional issues, and the dress reflects that,” and too “take me now on the nearest counter top.”
I flop onto my bed dramatically, staring at the ceiling like life has personally wronged me.
“I’m not going,” I tell the room. The room does not believe me.
My phone buzzes.
Ava:
Bathroom.
Now.
Outfit crisis meeting.
We're already here.
I groan. Loudly. Then grab three random outfits and stomp toward the bathroom like a toddler in crisis.
The second I push the door open, the Nasty Nine freeze mid-argument.
