‘What? No! You can’t.’
‘I’m not staying here after …that,’ she said, throwing her hand out towards where Leslie was carefully hanging the dress that had tried to eat her. ‘You said no one was here!’
‘They weren’t supposed to be. But who cares? They barely saw anything.’
‘They would have seen plenty,’ Bel snapped.
‘Bel, I’m pretty sure they’ve seen steamier things than a woman in her underwear. It wasn’t like you were naked.’
‘I practically was!’
Larkin rolled her eyes. ‘You’re the only one making a big deal. No one else will think twice about it. Trust me. It’s not the drama you’re making it out to be.’
Bel stared at her cousin and bit down hard on her tongue. This from Larkin, the drama queen of the Central West? ‘I am not going out there with a bunch of men who just ogled me. It’s humiliating.’
‘I’m sorry it happened, but seriously, they won’t bat an eyelid. By the end of the night, they’ll probably all be skinnydipping in the pool. No one cares.’
She knew her cousin was trying to put her at ease, but it wasn’t working. ‘Well I do. I’m not up to a pool party tonight.’
‘Okay,’ Larkin said with a resigned huff. ‘But you’d better be back for the spa day.’
Oh God.
