“Yeah.” Lily looked down, smiling softly. “And I’m pretty sure we’re going as a couple.”
“But he doesn’t care if you don’t go to parties. You know that.”
“I also know how long I waited for this. How long I waited for him. I can’t miss this party, Jules.”
Juliet tilted her head to the side and rested it on Lily’s shoulder. They sat together for a while, comforted just to
be close to each other.
“Want me to blow out your hair?” Juliet asked after a long silence. She sat up and looked Lily in the eye, smiling.
“Would you?” Lily jumped off the bed and pulled her sister up with her, as if the melancholy exchange they’d just had was miles away already. “I can never get the back.”
CHAPTER 2
Three and a half hours later, Lily had luxurious, bouncy, Hollywood-starlet hair. She even managed to get some all-natural, nonirritating makeup on her face and a slinky dress on her bean-pole body without getting too overheated. The dress wasn’t fancy, but it did compliment her slender build and tricky coloring. Lily didn’t want to look like she was trying too hard, but she still wanted to look good.
“You and Tristan are easing into the whole relationship thing, right? Taking it slow?” Juliet asked a little too casually.
“We have sex six times a day, and we’re thinking of making a porno together,” Lily said, poker-faced, while she rubbed almond oil on her bare legs. She glanced up to see Juliet glaring at her. “Yes! We’re taking it slow. Maybe a little too slow.”
“Good!” Juliet shoved Lily playfully. “I love Tristan, but he has a really bad track record with girls. He’s hurt a lot of people.”
Lily’s smile faded. Tristan was the best friend she could ever imagine. He’d been there for her through things that would have sent most people running for the hills. But he didn’t treat his girlfriends nearly as well. Lily had seen it firsthand with Miranda, and she wished she hadn’t.
“He’s different with me,” Lily said. She stood up and wiped the rest of the oil from her hands. “It’ll be different with me,” she repeated emphatically.
Juliet’s big eyes grew even bigger with concern. “Okay,” she said. “But maybe it’d be a good idea to change out of that dress. Make him wait for it.”
“Wait?” Lily said, grinning at her sister. “I’m the one who’s been waiting. Not him.”
“Exactly. And after this long, what’s your rush?” Juliet joked. They both heard Tristan pull into the driveway. “Last chance to run upstairs and change into jeans and a T-shirt?”
“Not going to happen, Jules,” Lily replied cheerfully as she went to let Tristan inside. She pulled the door open and smiled at him, her stomach filling with butterflies even though she saw him every day.
“What did you do to your hair?” Tristan immediately asked, a scowl forming on his face.
Lily’s hand darted up automatically to smooth her already smooth hair, her excitement disappearing. “Juliet did it for me.”
“Hey, Tristan,” Juliet called out.
“What’s up, Jules?” he called back in greeting.
“You don’t like it?” Lily asked him, feeling defensive. This wasn’t how she’d imagined this moment at all. After she’d spent hours sweating it out under a hair dryer, he was supposed to be staring at her slack-jawed.
“It’s okay.” Tristan shrugged in a noncommittal way, his eyes scanning her. “What are you wearing?”
“A dress.”
“Kinda little, isn’t it?” He grimaced. “I can see, like, all of you.”
“Oh, the horror,” Lily deadpanned. She pushed him outside and called back to her sister. “’Night, Jules.”
“Have fun,” Juliet said, her face apologetic. Lily gave her sister a pained look before she closed the door and followed Tristan to his car. He didn’t start the engine immediately. He turned to Lily, starting to say something, but Lily cut him off.
“The next thing you say had better be a compliment,” she said incredulously. “Tristan. I’m wearing makeup. This may never happen again.”
Tristan shut his mouth and started the car. He pulled out of the driveway and was halfway down the street before he spoke. “Cute shoes.”