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“That’s Isaac!”
“Chill,” April said. “Let’s answer the door without acting like nervous virgins. He’s your coworker, remember?”
“I know.” I fiddled with my earring. “I’m just so nervous. I’ve never been to a proper theater before.”
As soon as we walked into the living room, my dad’s eyes bulged.
“Natalia,” he whispered. My mom’s name. He blinked and shook his head, and his eyes focused on me properly. “Shit, Kyla, you scared me. I thought I saw a ghost.”
He stood up from the couch, brushed food crumbs off his t-shirt and walked to us, staring at the dress as though it was the reincarnation of my mother.
“The last time she wore that…”
“I know.” I gave him a hug. The doorbell rang again, and I went to answer it. Isaac stood on the mat, wearing an expensive-looking suit, his dark hair slicked back. Behind him was a black car with tinted windows in the driveway. He looked curiously at my dad.
“Isaac, this is my dad, Paul, and my friend, April. She’s an extra on the movie.”
Now it was April’s turn to act like a nervous virgin. She giggled and held out her hand for Isaac to shake.
“You look even better now than you do on set.”
“That’senough.” I shoved her out of the way and left through the screen door. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Enjoy your date,” April called after me.
“It’s not a date!” Isaac and I said in unison as the door swung closed behind us.
28
KYLA
Imight have told April and dad that it wasn’t a date, but it surefeltlike one.
Isaac opened the rear car door and held it while I climbed in. The air conditioning was on and the leather seat felt cool through my dress. Wyatt was already there, wearing a black suit with a slight sheen, sitting next to the opposite window. A driver sat patiently in the front seat, looking ahead.
“You look amazing.” Wyatt’s eyes drifted up and down my dress, and I felt my cheeks grow hot. I didn’t have time to bask in the compliment, though, because Isaac nudged my back.
“Shuffle over,” he said, and when I did and pressed my thigh against Wyatt’s, he climbed in after me, taking the seat I’d just vacated so I was sandwiched between the two men.
“Champagne?” he asked, and I gasped as he opened a compartment that I hadn’t noticed, revealing a bottle of wine on ice and three crystal champagne flutes.
“I don’t drink, remember?” I wondered if I should make an exception tonight — after all, he’d gone to an awful lot of effort to prepare the wine, hire the car, and buy theater tickets.
“It’s non-alcoholic champagne,” Isaac said with a wink and pulled it out to show me the label. “If it wasn’t, Wyatt here would be drinking the whole thing.”
“Not that I’d mind…” Wyatt gave me a grin. “But I’m happy with this, too.”
I accepted the glass that Isaac poured for me and held it carefully so it wouldn’t spill as the driver reversed down the lip of the driveway.
“Cheers to a great night,” Wyatt said, holding up his glass.
“And good company,” Isaac added as he lifted his own drink.
“And a successful movie.” I clinked my flute against theirs and took a sip. The wine was bubbly and refreshing, but I drank it slowly, not wanting to down all of it at once. The car glided over the road, the ride smoother than I’d thought possible — my own car seemed to have a pothole magnet and seemed to bounce over every bump, no matter how small.
“You didn’t invite Dean?” I asked.
Wyatt and Isaac looked at each other.
