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“Okay, okay.” She sighs, sitting up to get more serious, the childlike mannerisms disappearing as she does. “So, what time is this dinner?”
“He’s coming up here in an hour.”
“Shit. Where have you been all day?”
“In the library, trying to read away this reality.”
“Oh, sweetheart.” She sarcastically grimaces and I roll my eyes.
“Olive, for real.”
“This is for real, Espie. You have to stay focused. I don’t want you to be stuck marrying this idiot. So, you play nice, but don’t let him get near you.” My mind trails to the other morning, his body close to mine, lips nearing me and unfortunately that longing for us to get close again, stirs.
“Are you paying attention, Espie?” She snaps her fingers in my face and I nod.
“Yep. No kissing.”
Her brows tighten and mouth parts slightly. “I… definitely didn’t say that.”
“Basically, you did.” My cheeks grow flushed and she nods slowly.
“Okay…” She draws out. “You just have to give Vince time, right? Simple. You hate him, he hates you.” I blink, only blink, and she scowls. “You do hate him, right?”
“Vehemently.” I swear up and down, and she doesn’t quite look as if she’s buying it, but continues anyway.
“Okay. Then get dressed in something not too in your face, and you’re good to go.”
“Okay.” I nod, looking towards the closet, but not moving.
“You want me to go with you?” She asks flatly.
“Mhm.” I nod, blinking over at her innocently, and she rolls her sage eyes with a grin.
“Come on.” She tugs on my arm, and we walk over to the closet, rummaging through the things I brought. I choose a pretty cropped knit sweater with balloon sleeves from AMIRI. She looks at me like I’m crazy.
“It’s cute.” I press, looking at it again.
“It’s bulky.”
“I like looking like a marshmallow.”
“You do not.”
“Well, around smoke-show-seducer, I do.”
“Espie.” She shakes her head. “No one talks like that.”
“Well, I do. And I’m wearing themarshmallow.”
She raises her arms in surrender. “Hey, you said you wanted my help.”
I ignore her and pull out my black skirt with a tiny white floral pattern on it and black buttons down the front. The power’s been on all day, and I think it will be perfect for the new temperature inside this place. Olive looks on with a disapproving grimace until she sees the skirt.
“Oh! She’s brought out Gucci.”
“Shut up.” I grin and quickly change into it, grabbing some thermal white socks to show her the finished look. She looks me up and down and then eye’s my hair.
“What?” I ask, a little self-conscious now.
