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“Thank you.”
She smiled. “Are you ready to go?” she asked, her eyes shifting over my bare legs.
All I had were cutoffs and old T-shirts. To say I was happy she had given me a shirt to wear to work was an understatement.
My thoughts must have been written clearly on my face because Kennedy smiled and said, “This weekend, we’ll go shopping and get you some new clothes.”
I smiled, a bittersweet feeling seeping from the center of my chest. On the one hand, I loved feeling the sense of security my aunt offered. She didn’t make me feel like I was some charity case she had picked up from the streets. She wanted to help me because I had always been a priority for her and, once upon a time, my mother.
While I wanted to be able to take care of myself, I knew I needed her help to start. I knew once I got a steady paycheck, I would be able to save to get set up on my own and pay Aunt Kennedy back for everything she spent on me. It would be a slow start, but it was a new start, and that was all that mattered to me.
“Thank you.”
“Of course. We’ll make a girls’ weekend out of it. I haven’t had one of those since your—” She stopped talking, sadness moving across her expression but only for a second. “I think that’s exactly what we need. Don’t you?”
I nodded. “I’d love that.” I held up the shirt she’d given me. “Just let me swap shirts, and I’m ready to go.”
I walked past her, and my eyes moved over her outfit once more. She looked so stylish and beautiful, and I suddenly felt very self-conscious in my ratty old shorts. I didn’t want to embarrass myself or, more importantly, Aunt Kennedy by walking into Empire Sevens looking like this.
“Do you think maybe you have some pants I could wear?” I asked, not looking directly at her.
Her smile was warm. “Of course. Let’s go see what I have in my closet.”
Her closet was massive. It was nearly double the size of my room back home. While she searched through her drawers for pants, I rummaged through everything else. Designer bags, high-end labeled clothes, shoes in every style and color, and expensive jewelry filled the space. I vowed that one day I would have a closet just like hers.
“Here,” she said, standing up. “These should fit you perfectly.”
“Thank you.” I took them, and she left me alone to change.
They did, in fact, fit perfectly, and as I stared at myself in her floor-length mirror, I felt much better about my outfit. I wanted to make a good first impression.
Twenty minutes later, we were inside Kennedy’s sleek black sports car. She drove the city streets like a pro, passing slower traffic and getting us to Empire Sevens within a few minutes. Like Kade had the day before, she pulled up at the front of the building and handed her keys to the valet before we went inside.
