Chapter 14: Chapter Fourteen
“Tab, what do you think?” Kennedi tugged up the bodice of the strapless red cocktail dress and yanked down on the hem that hit midthigh. The chiffon-satin sheath flowed smoothly over her slight curves. “This seems shorter on me than when you wore it.”
“We’re the same height, and frankly, it looks better on you.” Spooning her strawberry Greek yogurt, Tabitha folded her legs under her on the bed. “Your boobs fill it out nicely.
“Here you go.” Evie entered Kennedi’s bedroom and handed off ruby earrings.
“Thanks, but you really didn’t have to go all the way to your place and back for these.” She pinned the sparkling three-carat studs in her ears.
“No biggie. It’s a quick twenty-minute ride, to and from. Besides, those babies don’t get too many trips out of the box.” Evie plopped down on the edge of the bed. “Are you looking forward to tonight?”
Kennedi shrugged as she applied her red lipstick, then spritzed the air with her lavender vanilla perfume and walked into it. “I just want to get the night over with.” Taking a seat next to Evie, she slipped on her go-to strappy black five-inch heels, then went to her closet for her black satin wrap.
“You might actually enjoy yourself,” Tabitha remarked while scraping the side of the carton, catching the last remnants of her snack.
“I’ll likely end up with a boring companion. That would be my luck.”
“Or, you could bid on Trenton Shaw.” Evie winked.
“Or not,” Kennedi countered to their reflections in the full-length mirror, yet her pulse fluttered in anticipation of seeing Trenton. She’d avoided his calls and text messages all day. She turned to face her friends. “He’s the last person I’d bid on.” Trenton Shaw was too much. She could lose herself if she wasn’t careful.
“That scarf you have expertly tied around that hickey on your neck says otherwise.” Tabitha laughed, swirling a finger at her.
Heat flooded Kennedi’s cheeks. Adjusting the perfectly knotted red floral silk circling her throat, she turned to the mirror and tilted her head to the side. “Can you see it? Seriously, you two, look really hard for it.”
“No, you’re good,” Evie assured her. “And you’re working the straight hair, girl.”
Taking another look at herself in the mirror, she ran a hand down the smooth strands. “You don’t think it’s too much?”
“No, it’s gorgeous.”
“You look great,” Tabitha added.
Placing her wrap at her shoulders, she grabbed her black beaded clutch off the vanity. “I’d better go.”
“Try to have fun,” the pair said.
“Yeah, yeah.”
About as much fun as a root canal.