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I stare at him. The last thing I want to be is the guy who can’t leave well enough alone.
But I do love her. And I want to get the chance to tell her. “Okay.”
“Yes! Perfect. You come to the fashion show. We can all celebrate after. If she can’t stand you, you get the hell out of dodge, and I owe you big time for the rest of our lives. Or…”
“Or…”
Colin smiles and grabs the suit. “Put it on, put it on!”
I groan but take the suit from him. “You already owe me big time for having to wear this suit. We’re going to look like The Wiggles.”
“Flynn! It’s haute couture!”
“Since when do you care about haute couture?” I ask.
Colin looks away, face flushing. “I don’t know, I’ve always liked it.”
I smile. “Does this have to do something with Cash Cole?”
“No!” he says all too defensively. “No, I just…” He straightens up. “Just put the damn suit on!”
I disappear into my bedroom and throw the suit on. It fits perfectly and, I have to say, looks much better on than on the hanger. However, I feel out of place in such a nice suit when my hair is unkempt, and my glasses are askew on my nose bridge. I suddenly realize that this is the first event I’ll have been to since everything imploded. Sure, the press could catch me walking in and out of work. But I’ve rejected invitations to so many things in the name of privacy and staying out of the limelight. Now I’m seriously contemplating going to the LITERALLY most photographed event in the world. There’s no way I can do this. “Colin, this is ridiculous.”
“Can I come in? Can I see?” Colin waltzes in with his hand over his eyes.
“I’m dressed, dummy.”
He drops his hand and gasps in delight. “You look amazing, dude.”
“I look stupid.”
“You just need a little hair product and to polish the lenses of your glasses. You’ll look perfect.”
I swallow. “People are going to talk.”
“Flynn, look at me.”
I look at Colin in the mirror, his head tucked next to my shoulder.
“Fuck ‘em.”
I can’t keep from smiling. A small laugh comes out of me. And then a bigger one. “You’re right. Fuck ‘em!”
“Fuck all of them. Fuck Adelaide, fuck Theo, fuck People Magazine, fuck TMZ. Fuck ‘em!”
I comb my hands back through my hair and then polish my glasses on my sleeve. Even just that gives me a little spike in confidence. “We look like a Thanksgiving cornucopia.”
Colin tilts his head to the side. “Yeah. You’re right. Better than The Wiggles, though.”
We stand there a moment longer. “I’m terrified.”
My friend nods. “Yeah, me too.”
I take a deep breath and clap my hands. “Great. This is going to be a mess, isn’t it?”
Colin begins to open his mouth, but I hold up my hand to stop him. “Don’t answer that. Let’s just get out of here before I change my mind.”
Chapter 20
