nice one?” I whispered to Megan.
She nodded.
“There’s no need, Katelyn. I will send everything you need to your home. I’ll pick you up at eight.”
“ That’s not necessary. I can dress myself.”
“ Yes, I am aware of that, but I want you to wear what I send. And only what I send.”
My heart jumped int o my throat. Adam was picking something out for me? The idea that he wanted to see me in something specific had me excited and giddy.
“ All right.”
“ See you tonight.”
I hung up the phone and a tremor raced down my spine.
“So…?” Megan asked.
“ I think I’m going on a date with Adam Kinkade.”
Chapter Eleven
“Oh my God and all things hot!” Megan screeched when I walked out of my room.
As promised, Adam had a dress, shoes , and jewelry sent to my house the moment I got home.
“ This is way too much.”
I looked down self-consciously at myself. When I opened the garment box, there had been a note that read:
To match your eyes…
~A
The dress was form-fitting. Every swell and flare of my body was hugged tightly by the thin nude sheath. The outer layer was strategically placed emerald lace, woven all over the bodice and flowing downward. It was designed to look as if I were wearing only the layer of lace. The thin straps were made of green silk and draped across my outer shoulders, setting off the plunging V-neck. Combined with the nude heels and a pair of emerald earrings, I felt more like a princess than anything else.
“ You look incredible.” Megan looked like she was about to cry.
“ No, no. Don’t you dare! I already feel on the brink of a meltdown.”
“ I’m cool,” she said, wiping a fingertip along her lower lashes. “Let’s do your hair. With that color on your pale skin, you need to sweep that mane of red madness up to expose your neck.”
I fidgeted with my hands. “I don’t know about that.”
Megan stood up and slowly reached for my hand.
“ If you let me do your makeup, I can make sure all the scars are covered.” As if sensing my unease, she added, “I can use a concealer brush. My fingers don’t even have to touch your skin.”
I always used thick concealer to cover th e smattering of crescent-moon scars that ran from my jaw to my neck. Some were bigger than others, pinker than others, deeper than others. My hair was the only other buffer I had to shield me.
“ You’re such a good friend. I just…I think I’ll leave it down.”
She smiled back. “No problem, we’ll just curl it, then?”
I nodded.
“Makeover time! This is going to be fun. Oh, and we’re going to charcoal your eyes to look all smoky.” Megan danced a little. She was the girly one of us two. It was a good day if I got around to putting on mascara.
“ Is this all he sent?”
“ Aside from a nude shawl, clutch, and heels, yes.”
There was no lingerie. No panties. God knew even the world’s greatest strapless bra wouldn’t have worked in this situation anyway. I was wrapped pretty tight. Adam’s direction had been, Only wear what I send .
Megan hauled me into the bathroom. I nearly tripped on the floor-length gown, but hustled behind her as the tiny train trailed behind me.
~
Megan opened the door when Adam knocked. I stayed in my room, pacing. I was nervous, had no idea what I was doing. My own family looked at me like a second-class citizen and I was about to walk into a place where the wealthiest of Chicago gathered? They’d see right through me.
Deep breaths were becoming overrated , but this was a step in a good direction. I was excited to see Adam and that was definitely better than avoidance. I opened my bedroom door and walked into the living room. Megan smiled at me and scooted to the kitchen so I could be alone with Adam.
My eyes landed on him and I nearly fainted.
He wore a p erfectly fitted black tux, but instead of a bow tie, he sported a narrow black tie and vest. The man made my entire body and mind react in a way that had me
She nodded.
“There’s no need, Katelyn. I will send everything you need to your home. I’ll pick you up at eight.”
“ That’s not necessary. I can dress myself.”
“ Yes, I am aware of that, but I want you to wear what I send. And only what I send.”
My heart jumped int o my throat. Adam was picking something out for me? The idea that he wanted to see me in something specific had me excited and giddy.
“ All right.”
“ See you tonight.”
I hung up the phone and a tremor raced down my spine.
“So…?” Megan asked.
“ I think I’m going on a date with Adam Kinkade.”
Chapter Eleven
“Oh my God and all things hot!” Megan screeched when I walked out of my room.
As promised, Adam had a dress, shoes , and jewelry sent to my house the moment I got home.
“ This is way too much.”
I looked down self-consciously at myself. When I opened the garment box, there had been a note that read:
To match your eyes…
~A
The dress was form-fitting. Every swell and flare of my body was hugged tightly by the thin nude sheath. The outer layer was strategically placed emerald lace, woven all over the bodice and flowing downward. It was designed to look as if I were wearing only the layer of lace. The thin straps were made of green silk and draped across my outer shoulders, setting off the plunging V-neck. Combined with the nude heels and a pair of emerald earrings, I felt more like a princess than anything else.
“ You look incredible.” Megan looked like she was about to cry.
“ No, no. Don’t you dare! I already feel on the brink of a meltdown.”
“ I’m cool,” she said, wiping a fingertip along her lower lashes. “Let’s do your hair. With that color on your pale skin, you need to sweep that mane of red madness up to expose your neck.”
I fidgeted with my hands. “I don’t know about that.”
Megan stood up and slowly reached for my hand.
“ If you let me do your makeup, I can make sure all the scars are covered.” As if sensing my unease, she added, “I can use a concealer brush. My fingers don’t even have to touch your skin.”
I always used thick concealer to cover th e smattering of crescent-moon scars that ran from my jaw to my neck. Some were bigger than others, pinker than others, deeper than others. My hair was the only other buffer I had to shield me.
“ You’re such a good friend. I just…I think I’ll leave it down.”
She smiled back. “No problem, we’ll just curl it, then?”
I nodded.
“Makeover time! This is going to be fun. Oh, and we’re going to charcoal your eyes to look all smoky.” Megan danced a little. She was the girly one of us two. It was a good day if I got around to putting on mascara.
“ Is this all he sent?”
“ Aside from a nude shawl, clutch, and heels, yes.”
There was no lingerie. No panties. God knew even the world’s greatest strapless bra wouldn’t have worked in this situation anyway. I was wrapped pretty tight. Adam’s direction had been, Only wear what I send .
Megan hauled me into the bathroom. I nearly tripped on the floor-length gown, but hustled behind her as the tiny train trailed behind me.
~
Megan opened the door when Adam knocked. I stayed in my room, pacing. I was nervous, had no idea what I was doing. My own family looked at me like a second-class citizen and I was about to walk into a place where the wealthiest of Chicago gathered? They’d see right through me.
Deep breaths were becoming overrated , but this was a step in a good direction. I was excited to see Adam and that was definitely better than avoidance. I opened my bedroom door and walked into the living room. Megan smiled at me and scooted to the kitchen so I could be alone with Adam.
My eyes landed on him and I nearly fainted.
He wore a p erfectly fitted black tux, but instead of a bow tie, he sported a narrow black tie and vest. The man made my entire body and mind react in a way that had me
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