In fact, he’s probably seen me wear all of these before.
Not that I am naive enough to believe an outfit will suddenly make Zephyr fall in love with me, but hey, it couldn’t hurt.
“Going somewhere fun tonight?” my roommate, Ashley, asks me.
She’s a random roommate, but so far she’s been very nice. I really like how she decorated her side of the room. She has this really plush bedding and she has these black and white prints of Paris and Rome and London.
I wonder what she thinks of my Star Wars poster.
“Yeah, I think so,” I tell her. “We are going out to one of the bars. I’m just trying to figure out what to wear.”
“Want some help?” she asks.
I have no idea how she can help, but I doubt that she can hurt.
“Sure,” I tell her.
Ashley leaps off of her bed and joins me in my wardrobe. She flips through my clothes, hanger by hanger. I watch her face, seeing if anything registers as a possible outfit for tonight. It’s not looking good.
“Okay,” she says, turning to me. “You should borrow something of mine.”
I’m surprised.
I don’t have a sister and I have never really had any super close girlfriends. So, I’m not used to girls just giving their clothes to me.
“Really?” I ask her.
“Absolutely,” she says, waving me over to her side of the room. “I have the perfect thing.”
She reaches into her wardrobe and pulls out a tight, slinky dress that my mother would send me to a convent for if she ever saw me wearing it.
“I can’t wear that,” I tell her.
“Yes, you can!” Ashley says, shoving it toward me. “You will look amazing in this. And it’s spaghetti straps so you won’t be super sweaty, which believe me, you will thank me for.”
I take the dress gingerly out of her hand.
“There you go,” she tells me. “And if you need any help with makeup, I have some time for that, too.”
I nod. “That would be great.”
I feel like I’m rooming with my own personal fairy godmother.
* * *
Well, this is as close to Sandy as I’m going to get.
In the elevator, heading to meet Zephyr in the lobby, I tug at my dress. Ashley has already fussed at me for doing this, but I can’t help it. There seems to be too little dress and not enough of me, but she assured me that the dress was made to be like this.
There’s the makeup, too. There’sa lotof it. She painted my eyelids with a deep purple that I’m definitely not used to and she contoured my face. She even gave me fake eyelashes which feel like they are poking me in my eyes.
But, I have to say, I wanted to look sexy.
And I’m pretty sure the mission is accomplished.
I step out into the lobby and take a deep breath.
Zephyr sees me and does a literal double take.