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Emmy is. . .stunning.
Her hair is usually pulled back, in a braid or a ponytail. But right now, it’s loose and wavy, falling past her shoulders. She’s wearing a simple red dress that hugs her in all the right places, and somehow her face is brighter, her eyes wider, her lips—
She’s looking at me now, and I’m pretty sure she asked me a question.
For the life of me, I can’t figure out what it was.
I’ve never been tongue-tied because of a woman. I dated Lindsay for years, and she’s gorgeous, but she never rendered me mute.
“Doesn’t she, Owen?”
Oh. It was Liz who asked the question. And I definitely have no idea what it was.
“Sorry, what?”
“I said, doesn’t she look beautiful?” Liz’s eyes are wide, as if to lead me to the correct answer.
I glance up at Emmy, whose cheeks are pink and who looks like she’d like to be put out of her misery. She meets my eyes briefly, then looks away.
I clear my throat. “Yeah. She’s beautiful.”
At that, she looks back at me, a trace of surprise on her face, but then she looks away.
“Okay, I’m told you two are old friends, so you won’t mind if you have to get up close and personal, right?”
Emmy’s eyes dart to mine and widen.
I’m not upset at all anymore about having to be here.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Emmy
Did that really just happen?
I’m Elphaba when Madame Morrible tells her that one day she might get to work with the Wizard. And while the soundtrack from Wicked plays on repeat in the back of my mind, I try desperately not to read into Owen’s reaction or his words.
She’s beautiful.
How in the world am I even supposed to react to that?
I’m not beautiful.
I know it. He knows it.
So, what the French toast?
He could’ve said, “Beautiful is a stretch, but I’m glad you did something with her hair.” Or even, “Glad you put her in red. Now her dress matches her cheeks.”
Those comments would’ve made him a royal jerk wagon, but they’d be honest.
I’m also still reeling over the “up close and personal” comment because What Does That Mean and are they going to give me free reign to explore Owen Larrabee?
Because I’m pretty sure I’ve got a map. . .
“All right!” Liz claps her hands together. She’s one of those women who has figured out her personal style. The kind who actually wears accessories. Who buys shoes to match her outfit. For instance, right now, she’s wearing dark jeans with a white top and a bright green blazer. Her earrings are the same shade of green and so are her shoes.
Who spends money on green shoes?
