“You haven’t seen her in the dress yet,” Avery smirked.
Trace stalked forward and wrapped a hand around my waist. “I don’t think the dress will make a difference,” he replied. “I still think you’re the most beautiful, with no makeup, and walking around my apartment in my shirts,” he whispered in my ear.
I blushed and he moved to kiss me, but was cut off by Avery stepping between us, and pushing his chest.
“Nuh uh! I’m not letting you ruin all my hard work!” She warned.
“Alright, alright,” he grumbled. “I need to get ready anyway.”
He moved around Avery and opened his closet door. He pulled out a tux and started for the door.
“I’m guessing you didn’t rent that,” I laughed and he stopped in the doorway.
“No,” he chuckled. “This is mine.”
“You go to these fancy parties all time, don’t you?” I questioned.
“Maybe,” he winked and left the room. A moment later, I heard the bathroom door close.
“What time is it?” I asked Avery.
She glanced at her phone. “Six o’clock.”
I guffawed. “You mean, you’ve been playing beauty stylist all day, and I didn’t even notice?”
“Um, yeah,” she smirked. “I’ve got major skills.”
My stomach rumbled with the reminder that I hadn’t eaten breakfast or lunch or dinner.
I headed for the kitchen and Avery trailed behind me.
I opened the refrigerator and a freakin’ monkey jumped on my back.
“Avery,” I groaned, trying to dislodge her. “Get off.”
“No! Not a morsel of food shall pass through your lips and ruin my creation!” She tightened her hold on my neck.
Dear Lord, the girl was going to choke me.
“Ave-” I reached up and tried to pry her arms from my neck. “Let go,” I gasped.
“Never!”
“You’re choking me,” I gurgled, digging my fingernails into her arms.
“Sorry,” she loosened her hold but still didn’t let go.
“Avery, I’m hungry! Let me eat something! You’ll only have to fix my lipstick!” I pleaded.
“Fine,” she dropped to the ground. “Eat. Ruin all my hard work. See how much I care,” she pouted, sticking her nose in the air.
“Thanks for caring that I’m hungry, Avery,” I mumbled.
“I’m sorry,” she frowned. “I’m being really insensitive.”
“Ya think?” I raised a brow incredulously.
She grew quiet while I made a bowl of cereal.