“Yup. My dress is in the closet.”
“If you need to be lubed up, I’m now an expert,” Hope offers.
“Hope, we all know you don’t need lube with Rock,” Lilly says sweetly. “The man looks at you and—”
“Shut up.” Hope laughs. “I meant if you need help getting into the dress. Never mind.”
Serena’s still laughing when I take the chair in front of her. “How do you feel about falsies?” she asks me.
I stare at her with a blank expression, then glance at my boobs. “I don’t think I need anything additional in that department.”
“No! Falselashes. I have this red feather pair that would be so perfect with that outfit. I’ve been saving them for something special.”
“No, I don’t want to—”
“Please,” she pleads. “They’ll look so good on you.”
“Just say yes, Trin,” Shelby warns in a low, confidential tone.
Serena grins and nods vigorously.
“Okay,” I agree.
“They might be a little heavy.” Serena leans to the side to search her train case for the lashes.
Finally, she presents a gold, glittery rectangular box to me. Two crescents of tiny red feathers with curled edges rest inside. I don’t know a lot about makeup stuff, but they look expensive.
“Are you sure? You don’t want to save them for yourself?”
“No! I have so many, I’ll never use them all.”
“All right.”Why not?
“Yay!” She lets out a happy squeal. Then, a pang of guilt creeps over me. I’ve known Serena for years, but we’ve only gotten close since she hooked up with Grinder.
I reach over and rest my hand over hers. “I’m glad you came tonight.”
“Grayson said it was mandatory,” she says with an affectionate smile.
I’m not getting my point across. The touchy-feely stuff will never be my specialty.
“Look down,” Serena orders.
First, she pats shadow over my lids, then lines my eyes.
“Time for lashes!” she chirps.
Her touch is gentle even if the process is a bit uncomfortable.
“Don’t blink,” she warns.
“All right,” Lilly announces. “What do you think?”
“Serena says I can’t open my eyes,” I mutter.
“Talk about dangerous curves.” Hope whistles. “Wow, Lilly.”
“Okay, you can look,” Serena says.