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“I want to buy one in every color, not complain about the cost.” I hold out my elbow for her to take. “Are you sure you want to go to this?”
“Yeah.” She locks her arm with mine, and we head toward the door.
“Just checking.” I help her into the passenger’s seat of the Ferrari before sliding behind the wheel.
“Will you play some music?”
“Are we feeling like theStressed and Depressedplaylist or theFuck Love Songsplaylist?”
“Definitely the latter.”
I take off toward the Creswells’ mansion with rap music pouring out of the speakers. Their property is in the nicest part of town, where the land costs almost as much as the people’s souls who live there.
The valet team rushes to open our doors and help Dahlia out of the car. When I reach for her arm, she trembles.
“Still sure you want to do this?” I ask again.
A visible change happens as she rolls her shoulders back and holds her chin high. “Yes, I’m sure.”
I steal a kiss before she shoves me away with a laugh and complains about her lipstick. “I’m here for you.”
“Can you promise me one thing?” She holds up her index finger.
“What?”
“When you see Oliver, please don’t punch him.”
“Should I give you the honors?”
“No. One night with you in a jail cell was enough to last me a lifetime.”
I lift her hand to my mouth and kiss it. “I promise not to punch him.”
No matter how much I want to.
CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
Dahlia
“Dahlia!” One of the crew members, Reina, calls my name, and I turn to find her, Hannah, and Arthur all waving at me.
“Who are they?” Julian’s tux brushes against my back as he whispers in my ear.
“They’re part of the behind-the-scenes crew.”
“Do we like them?” His emphasis on the wordwehas my body tingling.
“Yes, we like them a lot.” Although I haven’t been a very good friend to them for the last six months. They tried, but it was easier for me to get a grip on my depression by cutting myself off from the life I had.
I tug on Julian’s hand and lead him toward the old crew, where I’m quickly pulled away from him and into a group hug.
“We’ve missed you!” Hannah, my makeup artist withpurple highlights and a tongue ring, squeals before Reina, a real-life Malibu Barbie, pulls me into a second embrace. “You haven’t answered many of our texts.”
I blush. “I was…”
“Listening to country music?” Hannah’s knowing eyes catch mine.
“Exactly.”
