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“I didn’t know Wicked was showing at the local theater.”
“It’s not,” Isaac said. “It’s in Brisbane.”
I stopped walking.
“Brisbane?”
“I thought I’d hire a car and turn it into a road trip.” Isaac looked from me to Wyatt. “Are you in?”
I thought about it. Iwouldlike to see how other actors performed and use that knowledge to become a better actress. Even though Preston seemed satisfied with my work, I hadn’t seen any of the footage yet, and there was always that grain of self-doubt in the back of my mind. What if Iwasn’tdoing a good job and everyone was just too professional to tell me?
“Sure,” I said, but then I was struck with a new kind of anxiety. What would I wear? Didn’t people usually dress up to go to the theater? The fanciest thing in my wardrobe was a dress I’d bought two summers ago, which had a hole in its side that neither my father nor I knew how to mend. There weren’t any upmarket stores nearby and since I didn’t live in a metropolitanarea, if I bought something online, it wouldn’t be delivered in time.
I was going to need help… and I knew just where to get it.
27
KYLA
“God, Kyla, your wardrobe looks like it all came from goodwill,” April said, as she pulled item by item out on their hangers and tossed them on my bed. She pulled out a fluffy green sweater that I’d bought because of how warm it looked and turned up her nose.
“You know, it wouldn’t hurt to saysomethingpositive sometimes,” I muttered, as I watched her toss the sweater over my pillow.
April gave it a sideways look.
“It looks like you skinned a muppet.”
I sighed.
“Okay, well, it’s notallbad, right?”
She pulled out my favorite jeans, held them up, and tightened her lips.
“It’s not bad for around here, but you’re going on a date with a movie star. You need to lookglam.”
“It’s not a date…” I protested weakly, but she had her head back in the wardrobe, pushing coat hangers aside.
This was one of the downsides of growing up without a mother. Whenever I went shopping with my dad, he’d wait outside the change room while I tried clothes on; and when Icame out to inspect my outfit in front of the full-length mirror, he’d tell me that everything looked lovely. He had no fashion sense — a six hundred dollar ballgown and a fifteen dollar sack looked the same to him.
I loved him for it, but right now I needed someone with more fashion sense.
April looked at her watch.
“All the stores would be closed. Do you think you’d fit into anything of mine?”
I grabbed her shoulders and steered her in front of the mirror.
“What do you think?”
Standing side-by-side, it was obvious that we had completely different body shapes. She was short, I was tall. Her curves were narrower than mine — I had an hourglass shape, whereas she had an athletic build. My legs were longer… anything that fitted her would be at least one size too small on me and her shortest dresses, which barely covered her butt, wouldn’t cover mine at all.
And, of course, I had the added complication of the prosthesis.
“What else can we do?”
I frowned. Therewasone other option, but I wasn’t sure if I felt comfortable digging through my mother’s clothes with April, especially if she was likely to criticize everything in there. But then again… what else was I going to do?
“Come with me.”
