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“Say the word, and I’ll talk to Lee about getting you on the Oaks tour,” I say, half joking, half hopeful. I’ve been saying it for nearly two months now, and each time, she shuts me down.
“I don’t want to deal with the nepotism shit, Stell. I told you.”
“Yeah, but we’re going on tour next summer, and I’m going to miss you,” I say with a pout, sitting on my couch.
“No, no. No sitting. We’re playing dress up.” I glare at her change of subject. “Up, now. Go to your room, the vanity.”
“What’s going on?”
“We’re having sister time, obviously,” she says, tugging my hand until I'm still. “I want to play dress up just like when we were kids. I want to do your hair and makeup.”
“Evie, we never played dress up.”
“That’s because you were too busy running after Riggins, but you’re all married and shit now, so you have no excuse.”
“Evie—” I start, but then her face gets serious.
“Stell, please. Trust me, okay?” I sigh.
I have no choice, so I walk toward my room, my dog walking behind me.
“Evie, it’s almost dark,” I say as we sit in her car, driving… I’m not sure where. She spent a full hour doing my hair, blowing it out, and adding gentle waves before moving to my makeup, which took another hour.
It felt like I was getting ready for the prom I never went to. Evie was always the more high-maintenance twin, mostly because it was what our mother wanted.
Now I’m sitting in a cream-colored dress tight around my nonexistent boobs and loose around my hips, ending just past my knees with puffy short sleeves, a pair of my own short booties, my face fully made up and heavily… confused.
“That’s the point,” she says, pulling down a familiar street.
Beck’s street.
“Evie…” We stopped in front of Beck’s house, and I noticed the cars there. Reed’s, Beckett’s, Wes’, and Riggins’ are all parked out front. “Evie,” I repeat, this time starting to get nervous.
It melts when my door opens, Riggins standing in front of me, smiling. His hair is down but brushed and less unkempt than normal, a short sleeve white button down and a pair of tan pants on, boots on his feet.
“Hey, little star.”
“Where have you been all day?” I ask.
His smile goes wide, his dimple coming out. “Somewhere.”
“Why are you all being so weird and vague?” He grabs my hand, ignoring my question and tugging me out of the car.
“Come on,” he says with a tip of his head toward the woods.
“Come on?”
“Yeah. Come on, Stell.”
“What do you mean,come on?” He shakes his head at me.
“I mean come with me. Follow me. God, you’re the one who writes songs. You’re supposed to know what words mean.” I sigh but begrudgingly start walking with him. Evie, in a loose light green dress, walks quickly toward the woods ahead of us.
My pulse starts to beat.
“Where are we going?”
He doesn’t answer as he pulls me into the woods, but he doesn’t really have to, does he?
