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She hadn’t been fashionable since she was sixteen-freaking-years-old.
“Get out here.”
“Where’s the price tag on this thing?”
“I took it off,” Meri said.
“I told her to,” Ivy said.
She opened the door. “You too?” Chloe’s breath caught. Ivy Johnson had certainly been transformed. “Wow.”
Ivy twirled. “I know, right?”
“Why does she get to wear pants?” Chloe tugged at the short length of her dress. It felt like her damn ass was on display.
Ivy fussed with her floral bustier, hoisting up her girls. “Because I have to deal with a strapless top.”
“I’m braless here.” Chloe crossed her arms over her chest.
Meri drew her out of the dressing room. “Nope. Come look in the full mirror.”
“Don’t you think the one in there was enough?”
Jinx whistled. “Where have you been hiding those legs?”
Chloe felt the heat flooding her face. She did a helluva lot of walking for work, not to mention hauling kegs around when she covered the bar. Oh, and a twenty-pound kid. Couldn’t forget that part.
“Get up there,” Ivy said. “I wasn’t sure about my outfit until Meri made me do it too.”
“Wait. Shoes.”
Chloe curled her toes into the ultra-soft pile carpeting of the changing area. “I have sandals.”
“You don’t have these.” Meri held up a pair of gold, strappy sandals with four-inch heels.
“Do you want me to kill myself?”
“You remember how to wear heels. You used to wear even taller ones to the club with—” Jinx pressed her lips together. “Sorry.”
Chloe took the shoes. “No, you’re right. I wore spiked heels for Snake because he loved my legs in them.”
Ivy came up behind her and met her gaze in the wall-sized mirror. “Time to wear them for you, don’t you think?”
She chewed on her lip for a moment before nodding. “Yes. Yes, it is.” She straightened her shoulders before sitting on the huge hassock to buckle the shoes. Her arches made a little scream of protest before she was rock solid.
This was supposed to be a fun weekend.
She remembered how to have fun. Sort of. Fake it till you make it, girl. That little voice was getting louder. She climbed onto the small dais and got a good look at herself.
Young.
Objectively pretty.
Her legs were damn good. Strong because she needed to be strong for her son, for her job. But also lean and tight because she didn’t know how to not be on her feet all day. It had been a damn long time since she’d actually looked at herself in a full-length mirror.
“You’re smoking hot, you bitch.”
She laughed and smiled down at Jinx standing to her left. “Not so bad yourself, bitch.”
