She snorts. “To help you dress for your date with Aiden, of course.”
Crap. I forgot all about my date with Aiden. After he and the entire bar forced me to say yes, I assumed I would get a reprieve. Wrong. He texted me not an hour later to let me know he’d pick me up at seven tonight.
“I can dress myself. I am an adult, you know.”
Suzie puts her arm through my elbow, and we skip down the hall to the elevator. Correction. She skips. I walk like a normal person.
“Now, now. I’ll help you with your make-up and hair and everything.”
She sounds innocent. She’s not. I know what she wants. She wants to be there when Aiden shows up. Then, she can watch me squirm and most likely embarrass myself. Not if I can help it.
“Sorry, Suzie. I’m benching you on this one.”
She sticks her bottom lip out and pouts. “But I’m going to miss all the fun.”
“Tell you what. As soon as you agree to date someone, I’ll let you come over and help me dress for a date.”
My words shut her right up. The woman does not date. Men are evil in her opinion. They’re good for one thing and one thing only. Which begs the question why she’s pushing me toward Aiden. Because she’s a hypocrite is why. Love is okay for everyone but her. Somehow in her head, it makes sense. I’ve stopped trying to figure her out.
“At least take a selfie when you’re ready.”
Whatever. I have more important things to worry about than whether Suzie approves of my date outfit. Like the date itself. I do not want to date Aiden Barnes. My stomach tingles. Nope. I glare at it. You will not get butterflies because your high school crush asked you out. You hear me, stomach!