I stare at the shorts with huge eyes thinking how I’m going to freeze my butt off tonight.
Willow comes whirling back into my room, carrying a pair of caramel knee-high boots with an off shoulder semi-sheer knit sweater. I’m hoping it will keep me warm.
“Come on, get your sexy ass in those shorts. When I’m done with you, you’re going to make heads turn.”
I strip out of the sweats and baggy shirt I’m wearing and drag on the shorts.
“Cute undies,” Willow remarks, making me blush furiously.
I’m a comfort kinda gal, and boyshorts are my go-to preference.
Her eyes lock onto my bra, which is pretty dull. “Take off the bra, you won’t need it.”
My eyes widen, but I finish zipping up the shorts, then take off the bra.
She hands me the sweater, which I pull on quickly. Willow takes the liberty to pull the collar over my shoulders, then making a few tweaks here and there until she’s satisfied. I love the sleeves, which cover half my hands with a thick cuff.
Next are the boots, which are cozy and warm. I’m hardly done zipping the last boot when Willow takes hold of my shoulders and steers me over to my dresser. She pushes me down on the chair and starts to work with the rat nest on top of my head.
Fascinated by how beautiful her hands are as they flutter around my head, I’m stunned by the final result when she says, “Oh my gosh, you’re going to have all the guys drooling.”
She’s piled most of my curls on top of my head in a messy bun which I can never get right. Mine always end up looking like a blob. Loose curls hang to my shoulders, but the majority of my neck is exposed.
“Now for your makeup then you’re all set to go.” Willow doesn’t go overboard like I expected she would. She only brushes on some eyeshadow, mascara, and rounds the look off with rustic lip stain.
She used a dark, shimmery eyeshadow which makes the green of my eyes pop. With the rustic coloring on my lips, my skin looks snowy and soft.
Hell, even I have to admit that I look pretty.
“My job here is done,” Willow says as she stands back to admire her work. “I’ll see you Sunday night. Have fun tonight and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
I get up and give her a hug. “Enjoy your weekend and thank you for making me look pretty.”
Hugging me back, she says, “You’ve always been pretty, Evie. I’ve just added a few touches.”
We let go of each other, and walking Willow to the door, I say, “When you get back will you teach me a few tricks?”
“Sure, it will be so much fun.” She opens the front door but then looks back at me from over her shoulder. “On second thought do everything I wouldn’t do then you can tell me all about your wild night when I get back.”
I laugh and shake my head because we both know I don’t have a wild bone in my body.
After Willow leaves, I spray on some deodorant, grab a coat in case it gets colder tonight, and head over to Rhett’s.
The front door is open when I get to the house. I’m thirty minutes early because I’m hoping to spend some time with Rhett before everyone arrives.
Hearing voices coming from the kitchen, I walk in that direction. I drape my coat over the back of the couch and leave my bag on the seat.
As I walk into the kitchen, Marcus says, “Dude, I’m beating you, hands down.”
Rhett chuckles as he places red solo cups next to a keg of beer. I think it’s beer.
“Only by four screws,” Rhett says. “By the end of tonight, the figures will change.”
“Yeah, which means you’ll be further behind,” Marcus laughs.
I walk closer to see what the guys are so engrossed with. They’re standing around Marcus staring at his laptop screen. When I get close enough, I peek under Carter’s arm, and I see the words Screw Crew Wall Of Fame as a heading to what seems to be a list of names.
It takes me a moment to put it all together.