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There was a fifteen second video clip of me dancing. Oh my God.
I started to sweat, and it wasn’t from the hot curling iron.
I flipped again and again. Photo after photo. Our hands linked together. My head turned, catching the corner of my smile. Me, silhouetted at the beach with the sun setting behind me. A picture of my ass in my leggings, which made me laugh. The two of us on the plane.
“I wish some guy saw me like that,” the hairdresser commented from over my shoulder. Her name was Rose, and she sighed wistfully.
“Right?” Mallory asked, taking her phone back. “What do you think this means?”
Rose set the curling iron down. “That guy is in love.”
“He is not,” I countered, putting my hand to my hair. “It’s to make it clear to those millions of followers and the tabloid websites that he’s not dating Lacey.”
“I call bull hockey,” Mallory said, going back to not using swear words. “What do you know of him? And I mean not what everyone else in the world knows.”
I looked at Mallory in the mirror. “He’s got amazing parents who live on a ranch. He’s from this weirdly named town in Nebraska. He likes chicken wings. His house in the Hollywood Hills has no furniture. He can’t cook. Like at all.”
“What does he know about you?”
“What do you mean?”
“He knows about Sierra.”
“Yes.”
“They obviously hit it off if she gave him the kid green light for marriage.”
I rolled my eyes like Sierra. “Whatever.”
“Did he know who your parents were?”
I gave her a look.
“I mean, did you tell him?”
“No.”
“Did you tell him you used to dance?”
“No. But you didn’t know that either.”
Mallory flung her arms up. “Exactly!”
“What are you getting at?”
“When are you going to let someone in all the way?”
I blinked at her. “Why would I talk about my parents when they want nothing to do with me?”
She leaned against the vanity and stared at me. “You don’t, but Luke didn’t stand a chance, did he?”
I looked to Rose in the mirror, not wanting to have this conversation in front of her. “My hair looks amazing. Are we all done?”
She smiled. “Lookin’ good.”
“Thank you so much,” I said.
Rose left and held the door open for Georgia to come in. “Well butter my biscuit, look at you!” she said excitedly when she stopped beside me.
