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I open the door and she barges into the tiny room “I’m just kidding, Cora! I was thinking like in Cinderella. No need to throw a hissy fit”
“Oh, like the hissy fit you threw for the outfit you have on right now? Besides, I thought you meant like a fairy in a bad way?”
She is ridiculous. “What do you mean? How can a fairy be bad?”
“Tinker Bell was a little bit bad. Besides, wasn’t she mean to Wendy because Peter Pan didn’t give her enough attention or whatever? I thought you meant I was like Tinker Bell.”
“No, that's more like me. I’m Tinker Bell. I meant more like a fairy godmother, making wishes come true. That kind of thing. Are we really arguing about fairies right now?”
“No!” she says, biting her lip and trying to hold back her giggle.
“Yeah, C. We are.”
“You’re so annoying.” she rolls her eyes and disappears from my view. I close the door, taking one last look in the mirror before I take it off and pay for it. This outfit is fire.
The top is like a tube top made of velvet material, but it has sheer sleeves with little diamonds placed sporadically starting at the chest and making their way down the arms. It's stretchy so it hugs exactly right following every curve and dip. The bottom is the same material on a high waist skin-tight skirt. It has gold chains around the waist that weave around the small of my waist gripping me in the sexiest way. The hem of the skirt sits mid-thigh, leaving the perfect parts of me to the imagination. I love that even though I show so much skin, there's so much left to explore. Kohen is going to eat his heart out wondering what lies underneath this soft velvet fabric.
I picture him running his hands over my body and I bite my lip. Heat rises up inside of me at the thought of wanting me, desperate to be inside me. That kiss made me want him so badly, but I knew I had to push him away. Until he pushed first. Hopefully, it drives him crazy, the same way he has made me crazy wondering because he hasn’t called or texted me since we made out. Now he will pay with the torture of wanting me but not being able to have me because I will be there with his best friend. Now to go find shoes.
14
ALEX
We walk down the rest of the strip mall after grabbing some pretzels. We needed to get a snack before getting hangry since neither of us ever eats breakfast. We decide on Steve Madden since Papaya didn’t have the shoes Cora tried on in her size. Steve Madden has a big enough selection for the two of us and our polar opposite styles.
Walking into the store, I immediately see the shoes I want. It’s like they beckon me, matte black with gold studs that wrap around the ankle and will flow up and around my calf. The heel is thick and chunky, which is good because they are extremely high. They are a statement piece all on their own, and I need them to complete this devilish outfit. Quickly finding the only pair in my size, I practically run to the checkout line, passing Cora on the way there with a bewildered look on her face. I pay for them as quickly as I can and let out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding. Relief floods me. I’m going to look drop-dead gorgeous.
Now I have to go find Cora. She knows if I can’t find her, I will start shouting her name around the store like a little kid who lost his mom in the grocery store. She hates it. Doesn’t take long to find her. She is looking at the nude pumps. I grab her wrist to pull her over to the ankle boots.
“You need a shiny black high-heeled combat boot for the outfit you picked. They are over here,” I say leading her to them.
“I know but maybe it was a little too risqué…”
“No, Cora you are doing this. You are wearing that outfit because you felt good in it. Stop second-guessing yourself. You looked so fucking good in it.”
She sighs, giving into me, and I pull some options in her size so she doesn’t have to think too much or talk herself out of anything. She’s already removed her ballet slipper-style flats, so I shove a pair of boots at her. While she puts them on, I look around, admiring the simple beauty and elegance of this store. The hushed tones and nude colors make it so simple but become the staple of any outfit.
I snap out of my daydream when I see Cora standing in front of the mirror looking at the boots on her feet. They aren’t the ones I tossed at her, but they look so good. They aren’t glossy- they’re matte, and they lace up the front of her foot and come up a little higher on the leg than most ankle boots do.
“I love those. Where did you find them?”
“Oh, the worker came up to me and said she actually saw us at Papaya and thought these would match. They just came in.”
“She was right- they are perfect. Are you going to get them?”
“Yes. I’m going to rock the shit out of this outfit and I’m not going to feel bad about it.”
I fake shock and gasp dramatically. “Oh, my word, Cora Rose. Language.”
Giggling loudly and feeling content and excited about our choices, we leave the store happy and smiling. Much different than how the earlier part of the day went. It must have been the pretzels.
“Don’t be mad.”
We stop walking and I turn to look at her, worried. “Why would I be mad?”
“Well, I kind of have a surprise but I know you hate surprises. I don’t want you to kill me, but I made us hair appointments…” She pauses. “At Mirror, Mirror.”
“Breathe, Cora, that’s fine. I don’t know why you always think I’ll get mad about little things I don’t care about but then you don’t register the things thatdomake me mad.”
