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Piper and I bring up the rear of our little group.
“She’s going to kill her before the weekend is over. And I’m going to offer to help her bury the body,” Piper notes, her eyes locked on the back of Kora’s head. I’m surprised Kora doesn’t feel her glare; it's so intense.
“Hopefully she’ll calm down tomorrow. She’s been gone for months. She hasn’t had anyone to talk to in a while.”
“To brag to, you mean?” Piper looks over at me as she says it, arching her eyebrow.
“Same thing.”
“Why are you defending her? She’s been nothing but flippant about everything, including you and Micah dating. I’d think you’d want to be first in line to shovel dirt over her naked body.”
“Why does she have to be naked?”
You know that dream you have where you’re the one in the hole and dirt is being shoveled over your body? You’re not dead and about to be buried alive. Then you wake up gasping for breath.
That’s what I’m thinking about right now, only instead of picturing Kora in the ground, it’s me. And I’m naked. And my friends are the ones covering my body with dirt.
Not going to lie... freaks me out just to think about it. I know Piper is joking because she’s irritated, but that does nothing to calm my sudden fear.
“She’s naked because I want to burn that ugly, pink dress,” Piper explains as we suddenly stop, almost bumping into the back of Lo and Kendall.
“I’ll bring the matches,” Lo mumbles before quickly rushing to catch up with Kora and Evie.
Shit. Were we being that loud?Did everyone hear us? Do people think we’re planning a murder?
The dress is hideous. She claims it’s the latest fashion from Paris. Straight off the runway.
That’s great and all, but it’s not something I’d be caught dead in. More importantly, right now, it’s not appropriate for dinner at a three-star restaurant. Yes, three stars, not five. Not even four stars.
There’s too much bling. Too many frills.
It’s just... a lot of dress. Caught somewhere between red-carpet formal and holiday party formal. Considering the rest of our party is all wearing light, summer dresses, she looks even more out of place.
Like a pageant queen who refuses to take her dress off after she lost the crown.
“Let’s get this over with,” Kendall groans as we approach the restaurant.
The hostess gives Kora a once over before turning her attention to the black tablet in her hand and escorting us to our table. Once we’re all seated and the waiter has taken our drink order, Kendall excuses herself.
“I told her to call Dec. He’ll be able to calm her down,” Lo whispers in my ear.
It seems to work. K returns to the table with a smile on her face and a pep in her step. If I’d been paying better attention, I would have seen the gleam in her eye as well. That became apparent as the night wore on.
For instance, when Kora mentioned her travels to Spain, Kendall countered with her lack of ability to speak Spanish. Kendall happens to be fluent.
Or when Kora was telling us about spending time in London and Kendall slyly brought up the fact Kora used to pretend to dress as the queen when she was growing up. Fancy hats and all.
Kora’s face turned every shade of red in the crayon box before she finally stopped talking. That was about the time we reached our rooms to change into swimsuits. Since most of us weren’t old enough to go out drinking, we stopped for drinks on the way to the hotel and were planning on relaxing by the pool while we had a cocktail.
To no one’s surprise, Kora decided to stay behind.
At first, I was relieved. As the night wore on and the drinks began flowing, I started to feel bad for her. So much so, I ran back to the suite we were all sharing to talk to her.
“Back already?” she quipped as I pushed my way through the door.
“It’s just me. I wanted to grab a T-shirt,” I lie as I rummage through my bag.
“Having a good time?”
