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I sat down on the couch with my bowl of Fruity Pebbles, and Avery sat beside me, chatting excitedly about her plans for the night with Luca. I tuned her out when she mentioned an edible bra and panties.
I finished my cereal, and cleaned the bowl, reluctantly letting Avery drag me into the bedroom to get in the dress.
She pulled it out of the bag, and I stripped out of my clothes, letting her help me into it. She zipped it in the back and appraised me.
“Looking good, girl,” she turned around and grabbed a pair of black heels off the bed. “But these will make you a showstopper.”
I sat down on the bed and slipped the shoes on.
“Oh, yeah,” Avery nodded. “My work here is complete.” She hugged me and stepped back. “I feel so proud,” she pretended to wipe away a tear. “Oh, and here’s a clutch,” she grabbed a sequined black clutch out of her never-ending bag of supplies. The girl thought of everything.
The bathroom door opened, and a moment later, Trace stepped inside the bedroom.
We both stood staring at one another.
Trace looked impeccable in his smooth black tux. His hair was brushed back from his eyes and his normally stubbled cheeks were shaved clean. He looked nothing like the scruffy fun loving mechanic I was used to, and looked exactly like the billionaire grandson he was.
“I thought you were beautiful before, but damn…that dress,” he shook his head.
“Thanks,” I squeaked, still shocked by his transformation. “You look good too.”
You look good too? That’s the best you could come up with, Olivia. You’re pathetic.
“I mean-”
He chuckled. “I know.”
“Come here,” Avery grabbed us both by the elbows and forced us side by side so she could evaluate us together. She tapped her index finger against her lips and smiled. “You two make one sexy couple.”
“Avery,” I groaned.
“What? I’m just being honest,” she smacked my butt and started packing up her stuff.
Trace ventured out into the living room area and I was left alone with Avery once more.
As she gathered up her various items, she rambled, “I know you’re really nervous, but don’t be. Enjoy tonight and don’t overthink it. Okay?”
“Okay,” I agreed to shut her up. I knew it would be impossible for me to relax.
“Good,” she smiled, and slung her bag across her shoulders, leaving the garment bag behind. “I’m sure you’ll be playing doctor with Tracey-poo later, so I’ll just leave that.”
She didn’t give me a chance to complain about her comment. She hugged me quickly, whispered, “Good luck,” in my ear and headed out the door.
The door had barely clicked closed behind her when Trace announced that it was time for us to go.
He held my hand as we descended the steps, while I silently prayed I didn’t fall, and cut my head open.
He stopped when we reached the bottom step, instead of rounding the corner, and heading toward his car.
I looked up, away from my feet, and gasped.
“A limo? We’re going in a freakin’ limo,” I mumbled.
“Of course,” he smiled crookedly as the driver held the door open.
Trace helped me inside and slid in beside me.
“Unfreakinbelivable,” I gazed around the limo. I had never been inside one before, and found myself mesmerized by the many seats, and the ceiling that glowed with small lights meant to look like the night sky.
