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Sylvie covered her face.
“Ho! Yowza! Son of a biscuit!”
Doris pressed her hands together in prayer.
Another howl echoed through the door, then she shouted, “Nope! Stop! I’m out. Screw this!”
A moment later, the door swung open, and Marge stormed out with a wax strip still stuck to her leg. “Nope. No, no, hell no, and no. That waxing shit is for the birds. I’ll take dodging bullets over this crap any day. I’m outta here.”
We jumped up from our seats.
“Marge! You can’t just stop mid-wax!” I shouted, hurrying after her.
She spun and turned to me. “You women are crazy to put yourself through this for some hairless legs. This holy hell is not worth proving to you that I’m not yellow. I’m not yellow, and I’ll show it to you some other way. But this? This is batshit. I’m outta here.”
“But ...” I pointed at her leg with the two smooth strips showing skin between the curly, black tendrils like some kind of reverse mohawk. “But you’re not finished! You can’t just walk around with a few waxed spots on your legs!”
“Can and will.” She crossed her arms and stormed away, ignoring my pleas as I hurried after her.
“Marge! Wait!” I called, but she just kept walking. I finally stopped when I heard Doris and Sylvie come apart behind me. I spun to see them clutching each other tight, tears pouring down their faces as they laughed.
“The wax strip is still on there!” Sylvie howled with laughter.
“Oh, poor Marge!” Doris said between hysterics. “She’s never gonna forgive you, Alice.”
I glanced at the door Marge had just stormed through.
Great. Now I had to spend my trip with a partially waxed Sasquatch.
CHAPTER FOUR
“Look at the buffet! It’s so fancy!” Doris pointed to the extravagant spread in the grand ballroom as we filed inside. “And the chandelier! Wow! Everything is so beautiful.”
“They certainly went all out for our welcome dinner,” Sylvie agreed. “I’m glad you convinced us to dress formally. I had no idea it would be like this.”
Smoothing a hand down my short, black, sparkly gown with the plunging neckline, I lifted my chin. “It’s always better to overdress than underdress. But I’d say we dressed exactly right for the ball. We look fabulous.”
